Now, And At The Hour…
by Ruth Ann Harnisch on 06/29/10 at 9:29 pm
Day 178
I’m not Catholic, but many people in my family are, and I attended Mass with my grandmother and my aunt when I was a child. My aunt said the Rosary every night before she went to sleep, and when I spent the night with her, I would listen quietly while she whispered her prayers. I know how to pray the Rosary.
A person who was raised in the Catholic faith has asked for my prayers and I am praying the Rosary for her.
She is entering hospice care.
My prayers are accompanied by my tears.
I am comforted by praying the familiar prayers, imagining my aunt, long gone from this life, whispering in the dark.
4 Comments
Elizabeth
Jun 29th, 2010
You move me to tears with your loving intention, your compassion, your prayers ..
Whether it is praying the Rosary, saying a mantra with the Mala, walking the meditation Labyrinth or being otherwise mindful … knowing how you hold your aunt, my heart is opened again, we remember …
Linda Just
Jun 30th, 2010
Tearful with you…Ruthie, it’s the only religion we know. At times like these we find what’s familiar. I am praying with you.
Linda Ballew
Jun 30th, 2010
My mother had a sterling silver rosary at her bedside. She recited it every night and told me if she fell asleep before she was done, the angels would finish it for her. Thank you for stirring that memory.
Kathleen Burkhalter
Jul 4th, 2010
That’s really a sweet and beautiful thing to do for your friend. I sometimes think the world is held together by all the secret people who pray in the night.
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