First, mom’s cancer. Then, a dear friend has two heart attacks within nine days (he’s doing alright, thanks be to God). Then Fr. Erving passes. Now we get word that our dear friend Kim, who was declared cancer-free just a few months ago, has an inoperable brain tumor. She is weighing whether, given its aggressiveness, she wants to try chemo and radiation. She is married with kids.
Father, have mercy through your Son Jesus Christ! Mother Mary, St. Luke, and St. Peregrine, pray for us all.
I would appreciate your prayers too. I feel like an emotional pack mule. I’m doing okay, thanks to the grace of the sacraments, I am convinced. But I could certainly use prayer support.
I used to think it was sad that Paul could say, “My desire is to depart and be with Christ” (Philippians 1:23). I don’t think that anymore. The longer I live, the more I look forward to heaven. Not in a suicidal way (don’t worry). Just in a “It will be lovely when I finally get to stop putting one foot in front of the other up Mount Purgatory and rest.”
Anyway, your prayers please. And thank you.