When I joined the Catholic Church in 1990 I started a new chapter in my spiritual life. My pastor was Fr. Tash. I sang a lot of masses, either in the choir or as cantor/song leader with Fr. Tash presiding. We developed a working relationship and passed religious emails and cartoons. He helped me and my family many times with prayer, emotional support, advice and hugs, and even a couple of times, money out of his own pocket. He buried my younger sister. He was a special force in our Church and in our community. We lost him in 2012 before we were ready. I know he must be organizing something in heaven.
And today, we found out Deacon Terry is retiring. Terry is another church friend and hugging buddy that I’ve known for the past 23 years. He had a special calling to be a Deacon and has a certain finesse in how he helps at each mass. He is also an email buddy. Retiring? Surely not yet.
Things are just confirming that I am getting old. All of my friends are old, too. Time tends to slip by us whether we are paying attention or not. It’s another new year. I had a birthday in December and am 63 now. I’ve been married 42 years. Our son is 41 and our daughter is 39. Even my car is 24 this year! Change happens even when we don’t plan for it. All of the signs are there…it must be the end of an era.