Today is the anniversary of my maternal grandmother’s death (Betty Navey, or as we called her, Mémé) in 2006. So my mother and I went to celebrate Mass at Gardens of Gethsemani, the Catholic archdiocesan cemetery for the Vancouver area. It was a privilege to celebrate Mass in their chapel and then head out to the graves, where my father, Vincent, and my paternal grandparents, S.K. and Belen Huang are also buried.
The chapel at Gethsemani
Mémé always ended her letters with “Always with love.”
My dad loved the lesson he learned from Padre Pio: thank God always, not matter what, even in difficult times.
Sorry for the bad picture.
I’m not much of a dog-lover, but “Murphy,” who “works” at Gethsemani, is a really cute dog.
Tomorrow, I plan to go arrange where I’m going to be buried at Gethsemani. I’m serious. Might as well take care of it early. For those who are interested, it’s great to be buried in a Catholic cemetery, because we’re one family while on earth, and it’s a sign that we’re one family in death. It’s also sacred ground and Mass is offered there every month for the souls whose bodies are buried there.