The morning of the Steve's funeral, I was awakened by a call from Nick Oskay, a Roncalli and Nativity classmate. He informed me that Matt Oskay, Nick's cousin, had been found dead at Warren Central. I couldn't really believe what he was saying. I had known Matt since fourth grade. We played Nativity football together. I still remember when I was in seventh grade and Matt was in 8th grade, he had me over to spend the night. That is something that 8th graders just don't do! At Roncalli, we were in the show choir for a year together. As I told someone at the funeral home, once you've sang and danced with a guy while you were both wearing sequens, a bond is forged which will never be broken!
Both funerals were absolutely beautiful. It was such a privilege to be able to be a deacon at both Masses. It was especially touching to be able to deacon Matt's funeral at Nativity because of the fact that the entire parish came to the funeral, and it seemed so sacred and beautiful that Matt was baptized there, and all of us had been to so many Sunday masses in that church, the list of things which made it such a special day could go on forever.
Being able to be present to both families in the midst of their tragedies was such a confirmation for me of why I chose the priesthood. To walk with people in the midst of such horrendous tragedy, and to still be able to see goodness in the middle of all that has been such an honor and a joy for me. May we all keep Matt and Steve in our prayers.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord,
And let perpetual light shine upon them.
May the souls of Matt and Steve, and the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace.
Amen.