A reader writes:
Life is a constant agony. Those few things that made me happy are fewer and fewer. Despair is my constant companion, and with him, his wretched friend death.
I am tired of well-meaning platitudes from people who do not bear what I must suffer. At best, they have only helped for a time, at worst, they have placed another burden on my back, and not lifted a finger to help. I am simply sick of them. No more.
I have some small fragment of hope left, and joy in the Lord, and so my hand is stayed, but only just.
Father, hear our prayer that this person receive the grace to find life and hope through your Son Jesus Christ. Mother Mary, pray for him!