I like to say my parents were “cutural” Catholics. They were raised in the Catholic church, went to Mass on Sundays, called us heathens if, as teenagers, we opted to stay in bed rather than get up for 7:30 am Mass. Us kids were sent to CCD and to Catholic high schools and colleges, but God wasn’t spoken of, I wasn’t taught the Hail Mary (let alone the Hail Holy Queen, which my husband can recite in his sleep) and faith wasn’t really a topic of discussion.
But my dad and mom would never have considered being anything BUT Catholic. It was like, “what is your heritage? Hungarian, German and Catholic.”