I had an unusual experience today. In retrospect I find it very interesting and perhaps you will also after reading this.
I had a doctor’s appointment in Corpus Christi today at 1:00 PM and so I skipped lunch because I did not want to see a doctor immediately after eating a meal; it is not good for the digestion of food one has just eaten.
After the appointment with the doctor I went to Sam’s Club to do some shopping and then I went to have lunch at the Hibachi Grill which has the best buffet in Corpus Christi. Naturally I ate too much since I had not eaten anything since 6:00 AM and the food was good.
Finally I started to drive home to Sinton at 4:00 PM in a steady rain. The traffic was heavy on I-37 and since I was beginning to get very sleepy with a full stomach and because driving in heavy traffic at 75 mph with macular degeneration was not a very wise thing to do, I looked for a place where I could exit the Interstate and take a short nap in my car.
At that moment I spotted the highway sign informing drivers that the next exit was the one to take for the State of Texas Veteran’s Cemetery. It was opened just a few years ago and is quite beautiful.
I exited the Interstate and pulled into the Veteran’s Cemetery. The only parking space was in front of the mausoleum. So I parked there, push the seat back all the way and fell into a very deep sleep.
In my sleep I heard the sound of Taps being played on a bugle. Since subconsciously I knew that I was in a cemetery and the playing of Taps always accompanies the burial of a veteran, in my unconscious state I figured that I had died and Taps was being played as I was being buried in the State Cemetery. All my predecessor bishops are buried in the crypt of the Cathedral and so I wondered in my dream if Francis had denied me that privilege because of my posts on Abyssum.
Before I had a chance to explore that thought any further in my dream, my brain told me “You fool, they are playing Taps because it is 6:00 PM and they are closing the cemetery for the night.”
Not wishing to spend the night in the cemetery I woke up, turned on the ignition and made a hasty exit through the one gate that was still open.
I am confident that in the future whenever I hear a bugle playing Taps it will bring back memories of my nap in the Veterans’ Cemetery.