Shortly after I was ordained, now more than thirty-three years ago, I was invited to a home where I celebrated the last rites with a wonderful parishioner who was almost 100 years old. Now to protect the innocent, I will change the names of those involved (I have just always wanted to say that).
This parishioner, whom I will call Hilda, was almost 100 years old and had lived a wonderful life. She had thirteen children and all of them had grown up and were healthy with their own families. Because they had all grown up and had their own families, she also had innumerable grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Many of these children and grandchildren had located in the neighbourhood and were also parishioners. Because Hilda’s family all lived in Toronto, many of them nearby, although her husband had died fifteen years earlier after more than 60 years of marriage, she always had family to look after her. Her children and grandchildren were always coming and going from her home; doing her shopping and bringing her to church. It was because of the care of her family that she was able to stay in her home until the end. Continue reading