Father McNamara: A Happy Life

I went to the viewing for Father Robert McNamara yesterday. It was a happy time. People were talking, laughing, celebrating a life well-spent.

I saw no tears. None were needed.

I chatted with relatives about a biography of him that is in process - among the last acts of this dear 98-year old writer and historian was proofreading portions of it! He remained active right up to the end.

I suggested that they compile his short saint stories. They said I was not the only one to suggest that idea. Perhaps they will.

I told one relative that Father McNamara was someone who always came to my mind when I thought of good and holy people I'd like to be like.

I said prayers for his intentions, remembered his smile and how often he chuckled with delight when he talked, then left.

The funeral is today. In between classes I will say a few more prayers for him.

It was good to know a saint.