5 years ago, my sister in law died of complications following a mastectomy. It was right before Holy Week. I remember going to the funeral Mass at St. Kevin's in Warwick. My older sister in law took me aside and mentioned that I should not take communion. I was very upset by this. During the mass, when the time for communion came, my sons and I went up to the front and crossed our arms in front of us so we could receive a blessing. Emmett didn't understand, though, and accidentally took the host.
Last night, my brother in law, Tu, reminded me of that day. I knew, he said, that you were longing for communion. I knew then that someday you would be a Catholic.