St. Francis of Assisi mosaic on Flickr.
The reason I was in Buffalo the past two weekends is that my dear Grandma was in very poor health. She passed away 10 days ago, at the age of 94. It’s sad when such a close relative passes away, although my sadness is tempered because she was 94, in poor health, but had lived a long and joyful life. Plus, she loved her kids and grandkids, and was always there to dole out advice. She always said to me: “be sure to wear your stockings!” Not only that, my favorite food has, and always will be, turkey sandwiches. She used to make a special trip to Wegman’s to get me turkey every time we came to visit.
She also loved dogs. My aunt always lived at home with her, and she always had big, white, fluffy dogs. When my aunt was at work, it would just be my grandma and the dog at home. They carried on conversations all day, and the dogs always made sure to protect the house. In turn, my grandma would feed them table scraps when she didn’t feel like eating her lunch.
She was born on the east side of Buffalo, back when everyone from the east side of Buffalo was Polish. Her church was Corpus Christi, a beautiful old church with murals and candles and a domed ceiling. It’s what a church should look like. She was baptized there, and got married there.
This is a mural of St. Francis of Assisi that is in the church courtyard. She loved animals. She loved church. I always figured St. Francis was her favorite saint. It’s comforting to know that her suffering is over, and that she is somewhere else - hopefully with her husband, her family, and her favorite dogs.