Monday, March 20, 2017
Nonnie is still one of my favorite cousins. As a child, we Nolty's, the only ones with a car, went to the Bronx almost every Sunday afternoon. The evening always included the adults playing cards while the kids entertained themselves running through the cellars from one house to another. There was no TV and the basements connected. Over the years we all went different ways but in the past 10 - 20 years we Smiths, Walshes, and Noltys have re-connected, celebrated anniversaries and holidays, weddings, graduations, and yes funerals. As families of strong faith we know that death while sad and painful is not the end. Nonnie had a strong love of his faith and family, he told very funny stories of his adventures with Jackie Walsh. He faithfully followed the ND team and always welcomed a visit. Often at these visits I would encourage him to tell stories over and over again. We enjoyed many a good "crack". Last Sunday I had the privilege of bringing the Eucharist to Nonnie. We all sat in silence as he received, closed his eyes and prayed his thanksgiving. I think of this now as Viaticum, Food for the journey. Nonnie, we believe that the road rose to meet you The wind is now at your back The sun is shining warm upon your face The rain is falling soft upon your fields And until we meet again, May our loving God Hold you in the palm of his hand.
