Twenty-Nine
CHAD’S FUNERAL IS WELL attended, though I do not recognize many of those present. Gladys is there, dressed in a tailored black suit with two black pom- poms on the jacket. It looks vaguely familiar but I can’t place it. She is wearing a black lace mantilla and looks absolutely devastated. Helen is sitting with her and holding her hand. At Richard’s request, I am doing a High Mass featuring incense, me chanting the Mass including come parts in Latin, a full choir, and every altar server Dominic can round up. We walk in procession with full pomp and glory while the congregation sings “All Creatures of Our God and King.” I consider it a little bright for a funeral, but Richard insists it was one of Chad’s favorites.
The Mass goes well, with Richard doing the readings. He chose t
