Sunday was All Saints Day, a fairly solemn day in our church when we remember all our congregation members who died over the past year, as well as our own dear departed. I thought how nice it would be to hear my father’s jokes and teasing again, along with my mother’s keen observations and funny stories. I also thought how much fun it would be to scritch our two Welsh Terriers behind the ears again, and see the trouble they might get into. I consider them departed saints, too, no matter how naughty they were.
Who are the departed saints you might like to have a nice conversation with today?