A couple of weeks ago, a memorial Mass for Michael was held here in Birmingham at the Cathedral. The bishop presided and offered a very nice, even charming homily in which he first focused on the Scripture readings of the day, and then turned to Michael, whom he remembered, among other things, as one who […]
…apparently not. March 1 in Birmingham…
Yes, it snowed here last night and well into this morning. Was it predicted? I have no idea- I’d spent Thursday and Friday watching rain storms coming and arriving, and then slacked off the weather -watching which was Michael’s department anyway. (Once, early in our marriage, my father asked what he might get Michael for Christmas. “Well, I said thoughtfully, “He likes the weather.” And he did!) .
Driving to church was interesting, not because of the snow, but because it was also very foggy. 10 AM Mass was maybe half full – and it is usually overflowing. Come on, people!
(Yes, yes, they’re not prepared for snow down here. But seriously – it wasn’t sticking to to roads – although it probably was in the hilly areas, of which there are many in this city.)