One of her many endearments was that she used to bless everyone with her rosary, including me, especially after each visit to her home. And she would do this before and after she was diagnosed with dementia.
I would walk outside to my car, I'd turn - and there'd she be, standing at her front window, with her rosary in hand, blessing me with the sign of the cross.
That said, the newspaper from my hometown of Rochester, New York publishes an annual baby announcement supplement with photos of all the infants born to the area in the previous year.
I remember walking into my Mom's
apartment on the day the supplement was published, a few months before she went to Heaven.
She was sitting on her sofa, with the supplement on her lap. Her left hand was holding steady the supplement; her right hand was holding her rosary, the crucifix from which she was using to tap the photo of each infant.
She was sitting on her sofa, with the supplement on her lap. Her left hand was holding steady the supplement; her right hand was holding her rosary, the crucifix from which she was using to tap the photo of each infant.
When I asked her what she was doing,
she replied, "Blessing babies."
We should all have such dementia...or at least be graced
enough to be "blessed" - at any age - by one who does.
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