ps to yesterday

I decided to just go to the Hegeles with my cookies and the Rosary and ask Steve to make a list of things they need at the grocery store and then I'd go buy them. It turned out to be the right decision but it didn't happen the way I was expecting. When I got there, his daughter Jessica answered the door, saying "Moo!" I responded back, "Moo", thinking THAT was a very interesting greeting, and asked if she was a cow. She said she had drawn a cow on her leg and then showed it to me. Of course, I gave it proper attention and, by then, Steve's mother came to the door and introduced herself. She said Steve was gone to buy pizza but would be back soon. I told her why I was there and handed her my offerings. She said her husband and she had gone to the grocery store on their way there and so they really didn't need anything right then. We talked for several minutes about how they were all doing and, as I was about to leave, Steve, his father, Ellen and (I think) Will arrived. She gave my things back to me and said she wanted me to give them to Steve myself. So, I did. It became a very holy moment, as Steve and I stood in his driveway, talking, crying, hugging. I told him about Mary and what I'd experienced after her death. We found ourselves relating to one another's story. I got him to laugh a little. (You know me!) It felt good to be there with him and he seemed to appreciate my visit, too.

As I drove away, I marveled at the Holy Spirit. Certainly, He had been stirring something in me earlier because I knew I wasn't going to rest until I'd brought the Rosary and cookies to them. And, in the end, it seemed to me that God had been very present there with us, showing me how to bring a tiny bit of solace to a family that is grieving terribly. What a privilege it is to be able to answer God's call in this way!