I was just 8 years old when I first experienced the death of someone close to me. My maternal great-grandmother, Agnes Boennighausen, passed away in November of 1985 after suffering heart problems. Her death was my first memory of what it was like to go to a wake and funeral Mass and to lose someone whom I loved very much.
Great-Gram was a woman of strong German stock, who married and raised three children in St. Agatha Parish in South...
