My grandma passed away comfortably, peacefully, and surrounded by her children yesterday. Too many things had gone wrong--every time doctors tried to fix one thing, another major organ would fail. It was time.
How fitting she should go on the celebration of All Saints Day. I sang in a breathtaking Lux Aeterna from Rutter's Requiem yesterday, and, somehow, a bird got into the cathedral and was flying around throughout the service, perching on rafters and hopping around.
I'm not a huge believer in "signs"--it was a bird, caught inside. But, somehow...I don't know.
God is a mystery.
