The DeLand High School Concert Choir singing Felix Mendelssohn's Behold A Star from Jacob Shining from his unfinished oratorio, Christus - we sang this as the anthem yesterday:
I expect that whatever blogging I do in the near future will probably be more photo or music blogging for a few reasons.
In order to preserve privacy, I generally don't write about family things on my blog. If I write anything about my kids or dear husband, I ask them before posting it. I'll write about my reactions to family things - for instance, how I felt when dropping daughter off at college - but generally I won't write details about their lives. I know that this probably gives my blog a more navel-gazey feel than I really want (or live), but that's the way it goes.
Beyond the following mention in this post, I also won't be posting about my feelings about losing my father-in-law because dear husband and my sister-in-law read my blog, and I don't want to make them sadder than they already are. It's the same reason I don't write about my father - because my mother and my sister read my blog.
And the rest of this post is below the fold so that dear husband and my sister-in-law can skip it if that would help (that's why the music is at the top).
There are two parts of the Mass itself that released the tears. Music always makes me open up. I could listen to the readings without crying - but not the lovely eulogy given by my brother-in-law, although that also brought out smiles along with the tears. However, I don't think I made it through a single hymn without crying. For some reason, the Eucharistic prayer always does the same thing.
After the reception, there was a gathering of family and friends at my brother-in-law's house. It's always strange to say after a funeral, but, although sadness brought us together, the garthering was a wonderful time. Everyone was interesting to talk to, and I met a number of dear husband's cousins that I'd never met before. I felt surrounded by love the whole afternoon.
After my father passed away, I don't think I went to Mass (we were in the Catholic Church then) until I could keep my emotions under some sort of control. It was tempting to do the same now and skip church for a few weeks. However, daughter got home from college last week, and she was going to sing with the choir on Sunday. I wasn't going to miss that, but I was worried that I would cry while we were singing the anthem (above). Fortunately, I didn't, and it was wonderful to sit next to her in choir again. I did, however, cry during most of the Eucharistic Prayer... and parts of the last Communion hymn.
Because of all the things going on this month, I missed the other Sundays of Advent. It was strange to get there to see all four Advent candles lit. This (below) is the view from the bass section of the choir. We sat there with older son while listening to the organ voluntary after the service was over. The architect who designed the Nave did a fantastic job bringing the sunlight in. Even on a cold day, I can feel filled with sunshine there.