14 Dec MED_016
The family set up camp, and decorated their “Angel” Juan’s grave. They carefully watered the roses they’d brought before laying them down across where the years of his birth and death were carved into stone. Br. Jim prayed with them, said some words, blessed them all, and sprinkled holy water.
There was a moment when they were all in motion, paired up, about to begin–or in the middle of–or about to end and embrace. And in the midst of all this was Jim, his arm outstretched above everything, to sprinkle water over the gravesite. There was just something about that cene, that second, the way everyone was arrayed in time and space. It was an in-between sort of moement, but sometimes that’s when we really see things.