I was not raised in a religious home. Churches are foreign places I don't understand. The words spoken make little sense to me and the rituals feel strange. Yet, there are days when going to Church is the only option -- like when there is a Monday morning 10am funeral mass for your friend.
All I know is I can't stop smelling the incense and I can't shake the image of her brave little boys holding their Dad's hands as they walked into the Church together.
Peace be with you, Jackie.