E
ethel
Guest
In July of 2004 my dear friend was dying of cancer. The pastoral associate at my church asked me to take the eucharist to her. I was honored. I called ahead to let her know I was coming, however her husband said it wasn’t a good day for her. He asked me to call back in a day or two. Within a couple of weeks she died having never received the eucharist I was holding onto. I soon forgot I had the eucharist. Now, more than a year later I came accross the pyx in my old purse. I opened it and discovered the eucharist still inside, but with bugs on it. I feel terrible. I do not know what to do with the eucharist. Please help me.