Fiona's Day

We're going to bury Fiona today.

It won't be a large service. Just Patrick and me and a priest from our parish at the grave site for a little prayer service.

I'm not looking forward to it, and yet, I'm glad we get to do something to memorialize her. A song I was listening to yesterday had a line in it that reminded me of Fiona: "Beautiful setting sun, though I can no longer see you, I see the light your daily death has given to the stars." Fiona lived just long enough to save Brigid's life in utero and is watching over her now, I have no doubt.

We had some prayer cards made with a poem that a friend sent to me after Fiona died. If you're interested in having one, please let me know. The back of the card says this:

It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be,
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May
Although it fall and die that night;
It was the plant and flower of light.
In small proportions we just beauties see,
And in short measures life may perfect be.
-Ben Jonson

In loving memory of
Fiona Jane Tully
Welcomed into the arms of Jesus on
March 16, 2011
and into the arms of her Mommy and Daddy on
May 8, 2011