It went really well. And thank you so much for asking.
My brother picked them up from Alcatraz and dropped them to the cathedral, where I was already waiting, to get them out of his car and walk them into the church. The mass went well. One of the priests came over to give them communion, so I didn't have to assist them in doing that.
Afterwards, they saw some friends from the old local church from Rydalmere, and had a photo with the bishop which they were mightily chuffed about.
My brother, who was meant to take them back, had a late change of plans and decided to head to Sculptures by the Sea instead, so I was left with taking them back to the nursing home - in my ute! Not an easy task. I carry a small set of plastic steps so they can use them to climb into the seats.
There was no chance that I could take them somewhere nice for lunch - it is just too risky on my own considering their fragile state (I'd hate for one of them to have a fall), so on the way back to Alcatraz, we went to Macca's drive-thru and all they wanted was a large quarter-pounder meal to share. So, I took them back to their room, got some plates from the dining room, cut the quarter pounder in half and shared the chips. I sat there with them and ate the maccas I bought for myself. I'd forgotten how shit that food is. So greasy. Anyway, mum and dad enjoyed theirs.
All in all, they had a really cracking morning. And tbh, I really enjoyed the day as well, despite the moments of stress. It was good for my soul.