Church, Granny and Family...

There was a period of time when I cried very easily whenever I popped into Holy Family Church. It didn't matter whether I was attending mass or not, I'd find myself tearing up whenever I started praying and looking at the stained glass feature piece of Mother Mary. 

I'm glad I was more in control of myself this afternoon. I did tear up a little but that was that. Nothing too overwhelming.

Have I grown older? 

Anyway, Dad, Mum, Adrian, Ah Gor and I  spent some time doing our own prayers, in memoriam of Granny on her first death anniversary. 

I thought it was a cosy familial thing to do and I quite appreciated the outing. Cosy and intimate, yet each of us had our own private prayer session, our own time with Granny and our own time with God. 

Nevermind that 3 out of 5 of us are non-Catholics and 1 of us is only a silent non-practicing Catholic. I think we were all sincere and our prayers were heartfelt. 

I love my family.