#qnyway prayers are burned in the back of my memory in the same way the weight of my grandfather's hand resting on my shoulder is

[pollyna]

So, tomorrow morning I'm going to put on my big boy pants and I'm going to go to Mass and I'm going to stand up, sit down, repeat every single damn prayer because those are burned in the back of my memory and I cannot forget them not even when they legally change them all, and I'm going to fucking sing along when I'll have too. And probably I'm going to spend all the omelia trying to get the kids to stay quieter for a little longer, just to make everybody happy and I'm going to try not to be too much of a drama queen about the whole ordeal. Even when I could have used that 45 minutes to watch Arcane or do absolutely anything else in my life.

But it's for the team, for the kids and to avoid having to spend another year listening to that man yapping away about the one time they asked me to go to church and I didn't.