Introduction by Amy's Mom
Melissa Weiksnar
Thank you all for being here. Your love, faith, friendship and support from afar have helped us make it through these unbelievable last few months. Amy planned to join me in Buffalo this year for Easter, like she did last year, for all the traditions: Broadway Market with my sister and her kids, followed by Tim Horton's; stocking up on Mike's Chocolates; visiting Aunt Mary's and the Easter Basket Blessing at St. Bernard's. Seeing family and friends; St. Benedict's Easter morning Mass followed by my sister's brunch; and the Botanical gardens with the photo next to the giant egg - and she still sat in the Easter Bunny's lap. Then we'd rush to catch a flight so we could be back at school on Monday. And in between all that, trips to Mighty Taco, Mattina's Pizza, and Wolter's bakery.
One year, I imagined we would have a reception, in many ways like this one, for Buffalo friends and relatives who would not be able to attend whatever large wedding she would have in Boston. Amy was determined to find the right husband and become a Mom, after she had established her nursing career that she planned to develop in several cities, before coming to settle back in Red Sox Nation.
We've chosen a program different from her funeral, but with a few commonalities, one of which is this first scripture passage. My cousin, Nancy Curtin, who was particularly close to Amy, will read: