I considered going to Mass today. It is a holy day of obligation, y’know. But that’s not why I considered going to Mass.
See, today is also my (late) maternal grandmother’s birthday. And she was pretty darn Catholic (and pretty darn awesome), so going to Mass always feels like a good way to remember and honor her. But I didn’t end up going because, if my parents went, they went before I woke up. And I wouldn’t actually go to Mass by myself; I didn’t want to go that badly.
And I’m actually crying right now, which is weird. We lost my grandmother over a decade ago and I don’t remember the last time that thinking about her made me cry. And I don’t know what that says about me, but that’s beside the point.
So, yeah, I got nothin’. I’m gonna go cry or fight back tears or something.