the old spoken words
etched upon my soul
familiar and everlasting
reminding me of yesterdays
seeming so long ago
the old spoken words
ring true again to my ears
drawing forth that spark
bright and warm once more
I didn’t go to work today because we went to a memorial…
A friend of the family passed away on the New Year’s Day. He was the father of the husband’s best man from our wedding and a neighbor from the Hayward days. I can’t say I knew him well but I did know him and his wife since they were my neighbors for awhile. His wife is a sweetheart… He died in his sleep after an illness that was taking its toll….
The memorial was at St. Bede’s in Hayward. I’d never been there before and it’s been awhile since I’ve attended a somewhat proper Catholic mass. All through the service, I realized how much I missed going to church. I let myself feel comforted by the old familiar words and the unchanged responses. I think the best part of a mass is in the readings and the prayers. I tend to zone out during the homily.
Twas a lovely service. The priest had a good sense of humor and the proper solemnity when needed. Also, he was probably Irish and so had a slight accent. LOL! After the mass, a few folks spoke about their memories.
After the service, there was a gathering at the family house, which is across the street from our old house.
You can’t really see it in the picture but the trim is this weird green that doesn’t go well with the main color of the house. Yikes!
A lot of people showed up for the service and the gathering afterwards. It was nice to visit a little with the family and friends.
I will say this, I don’t miss living in Hayward…
We stopped off for lunch at the First Street Alehouse in Livermore. We went through the back door.
For lunch I had a BLT. We also shared an appetizer sampler. Mmmmm!
It’s a cool place to eat and drink. 😉
We missed most of the commute traffic back home. We went from sunshine to overcast skies during our drive home…
I like the way the sunny day turns into a misty one in this video: