by Bishop Thomas John Paprocki
Visiting Resurrection Cemetery always brings back many memories for me. When I was a child, my family would often go to Resurrection Cemetery on Sunday afternoons because my grandmother wanted to visit the grave of her husband, my grandfather, John H. Paprocki, Sr., who died a few years before I was born. To this day, I still remember the route we took through the cemetery visiting various graves. At each stop we would get out of the car, stand by the graves, and pray an Our Father, Hail Mary, and Eternal Rest for the repose of their souls. Years later, whenever I go to Resurrection Cemetery, I follow this same pattern of visiting graves and praying for the dead, except that these graves now include both of my parents.