Black Saturday is the day Jesus God is dead. He's been taken down from the Cross after his crucifixion on Good Friday.
He shall rest today.
So keep quiet. That's how I remember my childhood's holy week. It is always good to remember for in remembering everything comes to life again. My young and termagant of a mother, my father who loves to tease and cajole my mom every time she spends so much time in Church. He wasn't a good Catholic either. And remembering that brings a smile to my lips and yet I feel a lump on my throat, a tear fell.
God Bless My Father. I know he is heaven.
It used to be watching penitents, today it's Black Saturday and I blog. My, times have really changed.