Communion. Out of sight, out of mind  

For me it all started with the bread - the round white dollar-coin-size bread or wafers as we renamed them in the name of accuracy. At 10 years old dressed, like a bride, I had my first taste. I’ve remained connected and fascinated with this practice.
I heard the nuns provided the bread and purchased the wine.

I watched the man in the white kaftan serve the meal and then do the dishes.

Now I’ve forgotten. Just realized. These past six months I’ve never missed it. I didn’t give it a thought. Wow. That’s sad.