All Catholics may remember this line during the blessing of the Eucharist. I went to my uncle's big catholic funeral mass this week and low and behold, I didn't get any word. While my mom, dad, uncles, aunts and cousins around me must have gotten the word, since they all went up to get the magical, cannibalistic wafer. My dad must have been pissed since he almost blew me over getting by me. They were all very into the whole ceremony. I stood and sat, but refused to kneel. Although I remembered all the prayers, I didn't want to be a hypocrite in reciting them.
I've blogged about another mass/funeral
I went to back in September. Although all the crap was the same, this one was different because in a way, I basically "came out" in front of my entire extended family. It felt great. Later, on the three hour drive back home (I drove), I was waiting for my mom or dad to say something, but they know I'm a lost cause. Since they're 77 and 80 now, I know they are too.
I am glad I went and paid my respects to my dear Uncle Paul and see all my relatives. I'm just happy the voice in my head doesn't say the "word" to me.