I went to church today. It’s the 5th time I’ve gone in the past two months, which is good for me. I went three weeks in a row because my mom was living with me, it was Sunday, and she wanted to go to church before we went to the hospital to see my dad. I went last week because I spent the night at my parents’ house and the next day was Sunday. Today I went because I wanted to go to church with my mom.
It was a beautiful mass and I’m glad I went. Being Palm Sunday, it was longer than usual, but I enjoyed it. The message of the Passion was beautiful. The music was fantastic- a choir that consisted of children and adults of all ages. There were beautiful songs at the beginning and solemn songs while the passion was read. The mood of the mass was up and down. It flowed just like the readings did.
Tonight as I was saying goodbye to my mom, she thanked me for going to church with her. I told her I wanted to go. I feel good when I go. She said, “I don’t like to go alone.”
Mom won’t go to church alone. Hopefully, she will soon have my dad by her side. But until then, she will not go alone.