Back in March, I wrote a piece called Italy is a Little Further Away Today. You may find it here (https://jimhoefflin.wordpress.com/2010/03/20/italy-is-a-little-further-away/) but in short, it spoke of the great childhood memories created over the years by my extended Italian relatives. At that time, my Great Auntie Mary had passed away and reminded me of those incredible memories, and how delicate the weave to our heritage truly is. Today, I was back in Holy Rosary Church on behalf of her husband of 64 years Sam.
With Sam’s passing, for many people a chapter of their heritage has closed. For between Sam’s two sisters, Mary’s four sisters, and her only brother Dominic (who was my grandfather), and all of their spouses, there were sixteen links to that specific family community; and Sam was the last. There was very little to say today. The occasion was more expected. It was a stark reminder that the future relentlessly turns into the present.
While Italy again feels even further away for me, and for most of the people in Holy Rosary this morning, I hope that Mary and Sam are back home together, hosting a picnic, serving a feast, and happily bantering back at forth in the way I remember from all those years ago.