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Recently I heard that no matter where we go, we leave our DNA behind – physical proof that we were there. Moments later, the question was asked, “What about our Spiritual DNA?”
It’s a question I cannot get out of my head.
Earlier this week, I attended a rosary and celebration of life for a couple whom I never met, but now wish I had. I work with their son Pete, and was heartbroken for him when I learned that his parents Pedro and Nelda had been killed in a car accident on New Year’s Day.
Although it’s been awhile since I’ve made the weekly trip to Mass, I always have considered myself a spiritual person, a believer. A convert to Catholicism, I’m more “Catholic Light” but I’ve always been fascinated by the Rosary. It comforts me; I feel soothed in reciting the prayers and handling the beads.
So, there I was, kneeling inside a huge Church in Helotes, reciting the Rosary for a couple I didn’t know.
By every indication, Mr. & Mrs. Palacios were an incredible couple; a shining example of what caring for others and giving of yourself is supposed to look like. So many people talked at the services of how they held the power of prayer close to their hearts, shared their faith with friends, family and strangers alike, never turned away at an opportunity to help others who needed assistance. By every indication, Mr. & Mrs. Palacios walked the walk, talked the talk – and their Spiritual DNA will last forever and ever.
I cannot stop thinking about it and wondering, what about my Spiritual DNA? What am I leaving behind?
