Goodbye

A few days ago, on a day far too beautiful for a funeral, I went to a Mass for a woman who died far too soon.

Terese and her girls provided the music, which was so pure that as their voices drifted down from the choir loft, it was easy to imagine that angels were attending the service, too.

The church was built in 1850. After Mass, I couldn't resist taking a little self-guided tour.