It was a good day at church, as measured by the fact that I was there until after 2:00. Do you think I managed to find people to talk to?
I had an odd emotional reaction during the prayers after communion, and just figured it out. I started crying and didn't know why. What I've realized is that I was standing where I stood for your funeral. You'll be happy to know that I've finally mastered the art of crying discretely, due to lots of practice lately. Nobody else knew that I was crying.
Anyway, as I stood there I suddenly had an overwhelming sense of your presence comforting me. It helped, and I was okay after that. I still missed you very much and felt sad, but I've reached the point that I can sometimes feel sadness without the excruciating pain.
So thank you for that. It is good to know that you're still watching out for me. In the Prayers for the Departed we ask that our loved ones be given the grace to pray for us, so it doesn't surprise me. And I should tell you that, since I asked you to pray about my dreams, I haven't had another nightmare. Thank you very much for that.
I know you will always love me. It is good to know that you also pray for me. We're not as separated as it seems, are we?
Love you so much,