Over the weekend, I went to my first Catholic baptism. A friend from long ago reconnected with me on Facebook. K and I bought her beer once when she was underage and she was just a few years younger than me. Since she was the baby of the bunch one of our friends dubbed her Jail Bait. Horrible, I know, but Kacy is an easy going soul and didn't mind at all or never showed that she did. Hey, we bought her beer so she grinned and beared it. All of my memories of her are fond ones.
So, fast forward to today. Kacy's mom is dying from cancer. Her mom is Catholic and from my understanding Kacy isn't practicing. Kacy's son is in his tweens to early teens and her mom requested he be baptized to give her peace of mind before she passed.
What's Kacy going to say? She, of course, is going to be a good daughter and follow through and her son didn't balk (I don't think) in giving his grandmother this gift.
Kacy and family live in Austin but her parents still live in Nac and she extended an invite to my family to attend the baptism here in town. She confessed to me that (unknown to me) I have been her inspiration to her to get through this with her mom in knowing I recently went through this too.
I'm not a religious person and probably even less so after watching my mom get eaten alive by the big C. That news in itself would deeply sadden my mom, I know. Even though my mom asked the age old question, "Why me, God?" she never lost her faith.
And I'm not here to talk about religion necessarily. I just wanted to say watching that boy being baptized in front of his family and friends was an absolute honor to be included in on. I can appreciate the very large gift he gave his grandmother so she can have peace inside herself and not feel worried what would become of him.
It was a joyous feeling even to me when we sang, "Happy Birthday" to Asher on the evening of his baptism.
My friend has a tough road to go down. Her mom's story isn't done yet. May their hearts and minds be strong to continue their journey.