My mother converted to Catholicism when she was 76. She had gone to mass with our family all the time we were growing up and helped us learn the Baltimore Catechism and sent us to parochial schools. So when I asked Father Tony whether she could just quiz out of the Catechuminate, he agreed. She simply said the creed, some chrism and Communion. She didn’t even understand that much fuss since it was such a natural transition and I think she did it mainly so I would take her to Church every Sunday. She was in the hospital once and a priest came in to see her. He asked whether she wanted to make a confession and she said, “sure” but was confused when I left... “oh, you can stay.” I left anyway. When she was in hospice her hospice volunteer was a nun who had taught me Latin in hs 30 years earlier. They became great friends. Sister Raymond used to light her cigarettes for her.
**refused to deny the rumours.**
Hmmmm.
What a nice story. The green fields of heaven are hers. And Sister’s, too.
My Great Grandfather converted (actually reverted, baptized Catholic) late in life. He had to wait for his wife to die because she was no fan of the Church. His first wife who he had all the kids with was Catholic so all of his kids and grandkids were Catholic.
On the day my Mom was being confirmed the Priest said “We have a few adults to be confirmed also” and he got up and walked by the whole family to be confirmed.....hadn’t told anyone until that exact moment.
Your mother sounds wonderful...my husband was a Catholic convert, and said that it felt like “coming home.”