Picked up Mom for church this morning. You have to reserve a pew and they limit the number of congregants and you have to wear a mask. I like going to church with her; it’s a familiar tradition that comforts, even though I stopped going to church myself decades ago (except when visiting family). I usually cry whenever we sing hymns. I don’t why; maybe because Dad is no longer with us or maybe because it’s a strong love I feel from the Creator or maybe it’s something I’m yet unaware of. Today’s service was especially poignant because we sang a hymn that was a particular favorite of Dad’s (“We Are One in the Spirit”). He learned how to play it on the guitar; we sang it a lot in youth group gatherings and at non-traditional services.
After lunch at sis’s house, I drove Mamacita back to her place and said goodbye. Six hours later I arrived home. Looking forward to sleeping in my own bed with Hubby. Also missing Mom already.