By Mary Friedel-Hunt
Because of the 1,200 miles that stretch between my home and my niece’s home, I was not able to get to her wedding shower last week. I will be at her September wedding. As I prepared a card and gift for her, my mind wandered back 31 years to the day she was born and then to her fourth birthday in 1986. When she was born, I surprised my sister and flew out to Massachusetts, showing up at the hospital the day after Katelyn Mary made her appearance. Needless to say, my sister was elated to have a family member share this sacred time. Seven years earlier, I had flown out to her sister’s baptism performed by my brother. Both of my parents will now watch Katelyn’s wedding from the other side of death’s threshold.
When Katelyn had her fourth birthday,