by Christina Honchell
I started with Good Friday this year.
Seven weeks ago my mother had a heart attack, and in the four weeks between that night and the night she died, I was with her for three hospitalizations at four hospitals, a skilled nursing facility and finally in hospice at a wonderful memory care home where she died peacefully. The liturgical calendar gives us a good run up to Good Friday, a context for it, a frame for the grief and the sadness. It’s not quite so helpful when your Good Friday goes on for weeks.