So, it’s Father’s Day, and as my dad has passed, there’s not much I can do for him besides say a prayer, which is what I did. I also sent my ex-husband some mayhaw jelly, via our daughter, to wish him a Happy Father’s Day.

But while I was watching the mass on EWTN this morning, I saw something that brought me to tears.

There was a woman there, who looked very much like my mother. Or rather, how my mother looked when she was in her fifties. Same auburn hair color, same hair cut, same profile, she even walked like my mother, and wore the same type of dress my mother would wear.

This woman who looked like my mother, walked up to the priest and received communion, and that’s what brought me to tears.

My mother wasn’t Catholic. Well, technically she wasn’t. She was baptised a Catholic, by her maid, when she lived in Central America with my grandparents, in the 30’s. There was an earthquake, and her maid was afraid they would be killed - so she baptised her. But it never was “followed up” by a priest, so it didn’t “take.”

Or maybe it did - who knows?

Now, I know, it wasn’t my mother who was on TV, receiving communion. My mother died several years ago. But seeing someone who looked very much like her, doing so, just seemed to reaffirm to me that yes, I’m on the right path.

How strange, that it happened on Father’s Day.