Jessica's mother died on Saturday, and today I went to the wake. Jessica was holding it all together well, but it's obviously been a traumatic time for her family. Tomorrow's the funeral mass, and I'll be there as well, as it's the least I can do. I don't get to see Jessica often, but I feel like I've known her forever. We went to the same middle school, though we traveled in different circles. Then later, we were brought back into each other's lives though all those strange coincidences that God designs to guide us. I know her mother is safe with God, but I hope that Jessica will have peace.
I saw Delfin's mom there, and Jason, and Karina. Sister Karina, I mean. It was surprising to see her after all these years. She looks different, older... more peaceful? We talked about friends in common, and I gave her updates. Karina... she is more significant to me than she knows. She was the president, the symbol of CSU when I decided to put myself out there and try to be a part of it. Now she is almost a tangible reminder of how far I have come. Do any of them know what that meant to me back then? Or of how I changed - breaking through a shell of shyness? Those years were a formation.
I'm dazzled by the invisible bonds that connect me with so many others. By the bonds of love that drew all those people to the funeral home today. A wake is brought about by a separation, yet it is also a unification of people, a crude foreshadowing of the glorious future of heaven, where we can all be united.