The sister who died two weeks ago was buried on Saturday. Relatives of the sister came from Port-au-Prince an New York. We enjoyed hosting her relatives at the convent where I live. There was a prayer service Friday evening and another one Saturday morning. After the Saturday morning prayer service which was at the high school in the city, we processed on foot to the nearby cathedral for the funeral liturgy. Next, we walked in procession to the Holy Cross cemetery which is on the property of school sponsored by the priests and brothers. A reception at a nearby convent followed. The funeral and prayers were very well planned, almost entirely in French, a little longer than I would have expected but certainly a wonderful tribute to a woman who lived her religious life fully and faithfully.
Other Updates:
I finally learned the name to the flowering tree that I have written about several times during the past year. It is called a Shaving Brush Tree. I had expected a prettier name, but I suppose the flower does resemble and old fashioned shaving brush.
Although I refuse to blame the little tree frog (see my post from two weeks ago) and see it is a comical coincidence I actually seem to have a very small wart developing on my right thumb. Nanna Nealon is probably smiling from heaven. Oh well, at least my eyes are still intact!
I hope that you are well. Thanks for taking the time to read this. Take care. Many blessings!
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