WENT TO THE BLESSING of the tombs this morning in Catahoula. Wasn't expecting to BE blessed, but that's what happened. Twice! First, standing near my sister's tomb, and again near my grandparents' tomb. (They're on opposite ends of the cemetery, but we had more than enough time to cross the small cemetery as Father made his way up and down each aisle sprinkling the tombs and the people standing in front of them with holy water.) When he sprinkled us the second time, blessing us enough to dampen our clothing, he said with a smile, “Blessings for everyone, the living AND the dead. I think we need it more than they do.” Uncle Cheese said that was more rain than we've had all week.