On Saturday, I went to a funeral mass for the mother of a friend of my father's. SHe was eighty-nine, born in Manila in 1920. She was just about to get her degree when the Japanese invaded.
A truly remarkable life. I was able to hear much of it when my father the WWII buff and I took her out to lunch a few years ago.
Right before she died, her son and daughter-in-law presented me with one of her many statues of Mary. It now sits in my classroom, and I plan to send them photos of it in its new home with a thank you and condolence letter.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment