Our family always attended midnight mass on Christmas Eve there.
Jeanne, who sang regularly in a quartet with Dad, was a member of this church, sang in the choir and was a soloist.
Jeanne was very much a mother for me when I was young. When she finally became mother of her own children, we assumed more of an Aunt-Niece relationship. I babysat for all three of her kids.
Later, as a woman myself and we being fifteen years apart, we became more like sisters. She was the one woman in my life with whom I shared those secrets you don't tell anyone else.
Her granddaughter ,Jennifer, now a close friend with me, grew up singing in Grace Church Cathedral.
While I was in the area for my high school reunion, I attended Sunday service.
Jennifer was there. I was with my dear friend, Linda, and I also realized my brother was there when we all went to receive communion.
Jeanne has passed into the next realm, but I am sure she was present to experience her son, his wife, and their son and daughter singing in Grace church Cathedral as a quartet.
Only the faces and styles and configurations change through the generations.
Although, I am but grafted onto an ancient tree, I felt my roots as alive and well in Grace Church Cathedral.
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