Today is the anniversary of Tim’s death. My mind still finds it hard to grasp the time that has elapsed. Where have the eight years gone?
By happy coincidence, this year the Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus falls on the same day. What a blessed convergence of remembrances! The great feast of the love of Our Lord, his overarching love for each and every one of us embodied in the center of his bodily existence, this year falls on the day when our family needed the greatest consoling.
My remembrances today will be filled with the intensity of His love, with the sweet gem of Tim’s love, both of which spur me on to a more perfect charity in my love of God and my acts of love toward those near me. O Beauty!
Today is also the feast of my Carmelite patron, Bl. Anne of St. Bartholomew, the Spanish shepherdess who went on to become the secretary to Teresa of Avila. There was a strong bond between the two of them and Teresa died in Anne’s arms. Bl. Anne went on to become a foundress herself of numerous Carmels around Europe, so she is a little reminder for me that life goes on after the death of a dear one and is most perfectly lived in service to God and neighbor.
We have the house full of lively grandsons and will spend the day with their joy and activity and later share a celebratory meal before we all head to evening Mass and adoration in honor of the Love that is our strength and binding force.