
I often talked with Nana about the church and the different services. She was so proud to be a member of St. Peter's. Her grandfather led the procession (on horseback, no less) on the day the church was dedicated. I loved to talk with her about the parts of the church, the songs, the priests. While sitting at her funeral Mass I just kept seeing and hearing things that I wanted to talk with her about. I will miss that.
When we arrived home from the Mass and luncheon someone had left some mums and a pumpkin on our doorstep. We don't know who gave these to us but we are so thankful. While making supper this evening I glanced out the door and found this little fellow helping himself to our pumpkin!


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how sweet of someone to deliver mums to your door. :)
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