It was an eventful night, one that ended with a public confession and a visit to a Catholic cemetery.
I’m talking about the funeral of a beloved pastor who died of a heart attack a few years ago, the end of a public prayer, and the arrival of a priest from the Archdiocese of Louisville to the St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Louisville, Kentucky.
But I’ve never seen anything like it.
It was an emotional moment for me.
I have a family member who has had the same disease as my beloved pastor, but his illness didn’t stop him from going to Mass.
He died in the hospital the night before the service, and he didn’t get to hear the Mass.
Instead, he was allowed to attend the funeral, which was packed.
“We were told that the funeral would be attended by 50,000 people, which is unheard of,” Pastor Roberta Pomeroy told me in the car.
“We thought it would be a huge event, but when we drove in, it was empty.”
I went there for the funeral.
As I sat in the church’s front pew, Pastor Robertas phone rang.
“I got a call from the family.
My mother had died,” he told me.
“And they were like, ‘Roberta, can you please hold the phone for me?'”
When I told her what was happening, she looked at me in disbelief.
She then explained to me that her son was diagnosed with diabetes.
Roberta Pomoy’s son, Roberta D. Pomeross, was diagnosed in 2010 with type 2 diabetes, a form of the disease that’s associated with insulin resistance and is often associated with obesity and poor health.
When his family came to the hospital to attend his funeral, they didn’t expect him to make it.
The funeral was attended by the entire congregation, including all of his brothers and sisters.
They were all crying.
They couldn’t even say his name.
After that, they weren’t sure whether to keep going or not.
At the funeral service, the pastor was visibly shaken.
He told the congregation, “I am sorry, my people.
We are a good, loving family.
This is a terrible disease.
Now I pray that we may have a new beginning.
God will forgive us.”
That was a powerful message for the entire church.
Pomeroy said she thought that was all she would ever hear from her son.
But it was different when she heard the words “faith.”
“We had this amazing, powerful feeling that he would be able to go into heaven,” she told me as she drove away.
My son was just a normal, happy kid who loved his mother.
And now, in a world where faith is so hard to come by, I don’t know how much faith he had left.
On Saturday, Pastor Pomeroys funeral was held in St. Anthony Parish, in the Louisville suburb of Bowling Green, in Kentucky.
The pastor, Father Peter Pomeroz, died of pancreatic cancer at the age of 67.
The funeral took place at St. Joseph’s Catholic Church.
St. Anthony’s parishioners were invited to the service.
Father Pomeros was the pastor of St. Louis-based St. Thomas More Catholic Church, which has about 50 parishioner families.
One of them was Pastor Pomoys family.
They are also devout Catholics, and they were able to attend.
Pastor Roberta’s mother, Sister Margaret Pomerollos, and sister, Sister Annabelle Pomerolls, were among those who attended.
They were there because their parents were ill and could not attend the service due to their illnesses.
Sister Margaret told me she had to go with her son, as she didn’t want to be alone.
Their family is Catholic and they pray every Sunday morning.
While they weren`t able to see the funeral directly, Sister Anne told me that they went in person and they did an amazing job.
A beautiful moment.
Our hearts are broken.
Thank you for all that you did.
Today, we’re going to continue our vigil in our community.
Please join us.
[Source: Louisville Courier-Journal]