My Mom
My Mom was a devout Catholic and one of the most loving and
caring people I will ever know. She is perhaps THE most loving and caring
person I will ever know, but I am necessarily biased. I have never heard anyone
who knew her describe her as anything other than a saint. I agree.
My Mom was not “for gay rights”. It is hard to assess and express
someone’s perspective after they have died and can no longer represent
themselves. I have no desire to misrepresent my mother’s perspective. I will
not. I miss the opportunity to engage her wisdom. I missed other chances I had to do that before
she died.
I am only going to say this much, based on my personal
communication with my mother. She did not recognize any “marriage” if it was a
ceremony outside of the Catholic Church. In her perspective, God was Catholic
and any sacrament outside the recognition of that authority was simply not “true”
in the eyes of God. She was true to her beliefs but never remotely vindictive or
hateful in them.
