...and every time I walk into the church in which that celebration took place, I vividly remember it.
Those memories came back to me again this morning, when my wife, our sons, our dear friend "Nana" and I went to Christmas Mass. Despite the church being decorated for Christmas, I saw the church festooned as it was (or at least as best I can remember as it was!) on May 24, 1997.
I think I said most of the prayers at Mass today. But if I was stuck on Memory Lane, well, I'm guilty as charged.