Homage to Didi

Mary Evelyn McCann Mullooly

Born into Eternal Life Mon., April 19, 2004

A Reading from the First Letter of Peter

(Ch 4:7-11)

The consumation of all is close at hand.

Therefore do not be perturbed;
remain calm so that you will be able to pray.

Above all, let your love for one another be constant,
for love covers a multitude of sins.

Be mutually hospitable without complaining.

As generous distributors of God’s manifold grace,
put your gifts at the service of one another,
each in the measure he has recieved.

The one who speaks, is to deliver God’s message.

The one who serves, is to do it with the strength
provided by God.

Thus, in all of you, God is to be glorified
through Jesus Christ.

To him be the glory and dominion throughout the ages.
Amen.

The Word of the Lord

Last of the Red Hot Rebels

By

Michael McCann Mullooly

(In memoria of Mary Eveylyn Mullooly)

April 23, 2004

Always one to break the rules,
Never one to suffer fools,
Placed in heaven are her jewels,
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

Teaching wisdom through wild ways,
Fun and laughter filled her days,
To the Lord she gave the praise,
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

A red hot zest, a love for life,
A knack for solving someone’s strife,
An Irish Catholic doctor’s wife,
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

She left you feeling loved, worthwhile,
Completely loved, wearing a smile,
She was a woman without guile,
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

Smart as a fox, gentle as a dove,
Never one to give a shove,
A loving touch in a velvet glove,
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

She grew up as one of the boys.
A band of brothers she enjoys.
She’ll tell you so with ceaseless noise.
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

She had a daughter and five sons.
She filled us full of floating buns.
Rejected by a house of nuns,
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

Not a daughter of the house,
Never one to wear a blouse,
More a lion than a mouse,
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

Scoffing at the orthodox.
Gravitating to what shocks.
I never saw her darning socks.
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

Intelligent and full of wit,
In tune with those things Jesuit,
She had a mind that would not quit,
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

Fear not for her ultimate fate.
She’s in heaven. They could not wait.
She was probably running late.
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.

Her impact hit us like a bomb,
Searing souls like me and Tom.
A gift from God, that was our mom,
The Last of the Red Hot Rebels.