The mysteries of life made everything so meaningful, so powerful, and beautiful.

 

I stopped inside Immaculate Conception in Monrovia yesterday.  Hadn't been here in 3 1/2 years.  I want to cry every time I step foot in here.  So many memories, like biding my time as a kid, playing in and around the pews and on the cool marbled floor while Mom prayed the Stations of the Cross.  And Dad taking confession here and praying for his mom, dad, and Josephine after lighting a votive candle and kneeling in front of the image of the Sacred Heart. The mysteries of life made everything so meaningful, so powerful, and beautiful.  Dad would pray the Rosary on the short drive from Duarte to Ralph's Grocery on Live Oak Avenue in Arcadia.  Sally, with the help of her brother, Tom, coronated the statue of the Virgin Mary in an elegant, spartan pageantry. Charlen & John declared their vows here. We were all part of a family then. The love and beauty lost from those days is often too much. https://duarterock.wordpress.com/2018/02/25/immaculate-conception-monrovia/