Alright, So I had a big weekend. My younger brother took his final vows as a Benedictine Monk, giving his life to god and the monastic life. It was a huge event for our family and so many people showed up. It was awesome. I really was glad to be there, but I was very worried at the same time. For that, my sister says I'm a dope.
The rest of my family got there Friday, but I didn't get up there until Saturday. Then extended family members continued to show up, and even some friends from the past. It was really a wonderful gathering and as close to drama free as anyone can get, especially with my personal drama and my older brother having some of his own. My Grandmother came and was fairly well behaved, the herds of children were good. It was just really nice.
As for the ceremony, it was really lovely... It was a Mass, of course, but at the homily Br Victor and another man who was also taking his final vows approached and were asked to profess their intentions, after the intial questioning they took turns reading and signing their solemn vows. They then laid down in the aisle and were covered by a funeral cloth to signify their death in the material world, I guess, and the the cloth was removed after some prayers and they rose and raised their arms and sang in Latin some thing the I dont know. This is a really bad description, but it really was very excellent.
I am watching "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind." I love it, and so should you. I may be the most romantic thing I've ever seen, but my sense of romance is off kilter.
