I was asked to take a break. I am sitting with the Hospice patient I sat with last week. Bedside vigil patients are recognized as actively dying. Prognostics identifying final moments. The patients are basically expected to pass within the next forty-eight hours. This one has been hanging in there over a week. Today she is  burning up with a fever. Her sister, whom she lived with just arrived. Neither sister married, living together after the death of their parents. Their brother also arrived. Three siblings together sharing the passing of life. The brother pushed his sister in a wheelchair into the room. The sister called out to me, asking if I was a Eucharistic minister. I answered, yet she did not acknowledge me, continuing onward to call out in a loud voice  to her sister: ‘Sweetie, Sweetie,  I am here’.  Her brother explained she honestly hears very little, making everything up in her own way. God is good and all giving. The fellowship blessing my life is astounding. This morning  at the St Clare Mass,  I sat marveling at all the new people emerging. Exiting, providence provided the opportunity to hold the door for Mary and Barb from ‘Arise’. Mary taking hold of my arm for balance, asking if I would mind her bringing snacks Wednesday. Breakfasting at Casa Dolce,  Rosalie recommended a roast beef, eggs, and potato breakfast when I told her I desired a large meal. I told her about the couple from Saturday’s gathering telling me how much they enjoyed taking cooking lessons at Casa Dolce. The owner often schedules classes teaching cooking techniques she acquired in Italy. Rosalie encourages me to take one of the classes. The demonstration here is the grace of God. Expanding upon the theme,  exiting Adoration after breakfast, I came across this vehicle waiting to lead a funeral procession. Once again the Church was packed with a funeral. I found the vehicle captivating. Here is a photo from my phone. The funeral home providing was Fioritto.   Before I end, a final note. As I  entered this on my phone, the Lord’s prayer interrupted my thoughts. I looked up to see a Eucharistic minister tendering to a gentleman in a wheelchair. It was presented to me yesterday at St Paul Shrine by lawyer Jim to become a Eucharistic minister. The thought has been ruminating for sometime, obvious signs now pointing toward affirmation.