I had a nice surprise this weekend. We were camping, so we went to the parish near the campsite, and the pastor was a priest who had given me my first communion nearly 35 years ago!
It seemed so fitting, given that the readings were about the Eucharist. After Mass, I introduced him to my family and mentioned my first communion, and he remembered it! (It was at my house, and a real family affair, so I'm not completely surprised that he remembered it, but still...)
Then I posted it on Facebook, and people I went to grade school with are now all sharing memories of our childhood parish and school. The whole thing renewed my appreciation for many connections we make through our wonderful faith that subtly influence us our whole lives.
I'm still in a sappy mood about it!