So last week as you may be aware I was on a short vacation. Too short. Not the usual too short – too short because crammed between a wedding and a holy day there were only a couple of days available to go. But my sister who lives in town here was dead set about going to New York (with Sebastian) to see our eldest sibling who lives in the Adirondacks in order to see the meteor shower that was taking place that weekend and that weekend only. So it had to be the week that I only had a couple possible days to be away.
If you want to see sky though, there are not many places to see it. Your area has to be pretty free from light pollution if you really want to see the sky – something that most people will never experience in the United States. If you really want to see stars you must go searching for them otherwise the only place you see them is in text books and Google Images.
So we drive 11 hours to our New York sister’s house almost non-stop. There are not many places one may take a dog along the highway. It was already dark and we ate a little, aired out the dog, and then set up Adirondack chairs in her garden and waited for the show.
Funny thing about shooting stars. One must be awake to see them.
Eventually I did see some.
The night was so clear we could even see satellites in the sky; something I’d never experienced before. I had no idea it was even possible.
Then just like that it was time to take the 11 hour ride back home, something that had to be rushed even more because I had to take at least one of the holy day Masses. That is when the texts started coming in.
Normally Fr. P would never bother me on a vacation but we were tag teaming parish work this week. As soon as I walked in the front door of the rectory he was going to go out the back on his vacation. He was just waiting to see the whites of my eyes to make sure that there would be someone to say Mass. That is why these texts started appearing concerning funerals came in: