Archbishop Peter A Comensoli
There is a favourite Comensoli story told on family gatherings, much to the embarrassment of my niece. It’s the story of when, at the age of four, she was the flower-girl at her Aunty’s wedding. It was quite the day, where she got to be at the centre of all the action: had the hair and make-up done with the gown-ups, got the photos taken, walked beautifully up the aisle, and sat at the head table. But most particularly, it was a super dress-up day: a lovely white silken dress, a tiara and veil, stockings, and little white leather shoes. My niece was having her most princess-y day ever.