In memorium of my first priest

Fr. Michael's funeral was Monday. I was strangely numb during most of it. Perhaps it was because he had been ill for years. My expectation of his death is itself a source of sadness for me, because I had actually lost hope the first time he was stricken by Parkinsons. I have this bad habit of withdrawing from loved-ones in pain, due perhaps to a fear of losing them.

Many people have fond memories of Fr. Michael in public settings, such as the time during liturgy a duly delegated deacon forgot to prepare a sermon, so Fr. Michael simply stood and faced the congregation and intoned, "The sermon will be dispensed with today."

But my two fondest memories are of personal interactions. Once was early on in our association when I was an inquirer and informed him of my catechumen intentions. His reply was to look skyward and cup his hand to his ear, grinning, "Do I hear the sound of angels rejoicing?" Another was years later as I was honored to accompany him to the Antiochian North American Archdiocesan convention in Chicago. The highlight for me was not attending the Western Rite delegates meeting, but rather two quiet meals we had together, one at the Palm where he treated, and another at some nice Italian place on my treat. My perception of dining out was forever changed by hearing his praise of the professional waiters. It was at this time that he asked me if I was interested in the priesthood, and I was privileged to hear his personal insights on the celibate life.

Mere months later, I met the love of my life, Jen, whom he welcomed into the Church family.

Here are links to other rememberances of Fr. Michael:

* bourgeois-baby.blogspot.com/2007/05/passing-of-fr-michael.html
* checkity.blogspot.com/2007/05/he's-very-handsome.html
* www.scriptoriumdaily.com/2007/05/22/good-bye-friend-mentor-and-spiritual-father
* geislersuffers.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-thoughts-on-man-of-true-piety-and.html