The Faithfully Departed: Memories & Prayers

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In memory Jean Donovna, Dorothy Kazel, Maura Clarke, and Ita Ford. Today, Dec 2., the 25th anniversary of their murder.
 
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In Remembrance of

Mary Ann Gall
4 December 1895 + 20 May 1977

Mary is my mother’s mother (my grandmother). She was always with a rosary and prayed it daily. I know that she prayed that one of her grandsons would become a priest. (I think God answered her prayers through me. ):gopray2: I also have this very rosary along with my mother’s and my First Communion rosary. Grandma’s death is also the same day that I was ordained (20 May 2000). A fitting tribute to a woman who wanted to have a grandson a priest, even though she did not experience the event in this world, but in the Kingdom.

Fr. Bro.
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Thanks to my brother to put this up.
Yesterday was our grandmother’s anniversary of her birth.

Grandmother was a very brave woman.
She suffered greatly int he last 5 years of her life. She was the oldest beekeeper in NE Ohio and her beehives were destroyed when mosquito spraying occurred in 1973 & 1975. (She lived in an area, where her property was the LAST area that was still being used as a farm). She supplimented here Social Security by selling honey, fruits and vegetables from her 3 acres of land.
She had 3 different styles of apple trees, a plum tree, a cherry tree, a walnut tree, grapes, various squashes, melons, pumpkins, watermelons rhubarb and strawberries.

I remember her yesterday and today. Everything that once was on the land is ALL gone. A small residental stree was put on her land with about 10-12 houses there.
Yet, everything still lives in my memory and the love she had for what she liked to do best.
 
This might be a little odd, but I’d like to post this in memory of a man I never knew: the man who donated his body to further my study of medicine. I don’t know what his faith was or what his life was like, but I owe him a great debt. I pray that God blesses his soul and gives him rest. This is a poem I wrote for him last year:

“Easter”

Still
As still as this wet April sunrise
Quiet and still
As none of us had ever been
in the shiny mausoleum
The metallic clang and thud of the table being opened,
the whine and slap as she pulls on the tight latex gloves,
Echo
like a lightbulb bursting in an empty theater.
But her face is still.
She folds back the plastic,
and a few patters of condensation drip to the cement.
She takes time to contemplate their journey
into the floor drain.
The smell is bad now.
The white cotton has turned green from the mold
despite three months of fighting.
But her face is still
as she removes the sheet
and exposes the corpse of a man,
a stranger they called Henry.
Dissected –
cut and torn and sawed
into manageable pieces for better viewing,
better learning,
soon it would be dust.
And a young woman is still
Finally still
Before the split face of her teacher,
before the sacrilege and the mystery,
In this last Lenten meditation,
saying
Farewell to the flesh.
 
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maggieodae:
The following Friday began with a check-up at the doctor’s office. After that, Pam and the girls (Sadie and her sister Laney) went shopping. Pam and the girls kept finding Rose Petals on every aisle they turned into in the store. No one seemed to know where they came from. Sadie took it in stride as only a six year old can…She was sure St. Theresa had sent her Rose Petal’s for being such a good patient and dutifully not eating any French Fries when they had stopped for lunch before going back home.

Friday night, the girls played until bedtime in their playroom. Sadie drew pictures for her Mommy and Daddy. They were the kind of children’s art, which all parents know are better than any the artist Picasso could ever create. At bedtime, Glenn and Pam listened to the girls say their nighttime prayers and everyone dutifully let Sadie say her favorite prayers to Saint Theresa and to her guardian angel. All in all, the day had been quite ordinary, except for the mysterious Rose Petals.

At the time, I was in Marytown, IL at the retreat center. I was on a pilgrimage to offer our thanksgiving for God’s marvelous mercy and answer to our prayers that summer. From place to place in my travels I also kept finding mysterious showers of Rose Petals. On the Feast of St. Theresa, I attended a special Memorial Mass for her Feast Day. I was in awe that I was the only one allowed to take a picture of the statue. It is very old and precious, so cameras are not allowed. As I snapped the picture I found a shower of Rose Petals at my feet once again. I decided it must be a picture meant for Sadie. St. Theresa would want me to give it to her I was quite sure.

Just as I came in the door from the airport on Sunday morning, my husband told me I needed to call my Aunt Dorie. By the way he quickly turned away with tears in his eyes, I knew something was very wrong.
With my heart in my throat, I quickly dialed the number; all the while thinking Kelly must have had another crisis. Instead, my Aunt delivered the terrible news that our little prayer warrior Sadie had died. Sadie’s scab had come off during the night and she had hemorrhaged to death. Pam found her on Saturday morning, when she went to wake her up for breakfast. Sadie was covered with blood and so was her room. It appeared she had tried to get out of bed and get to her parents in her last moments of struggling for life. But the hemorrhage was so massive; she never made it out of the room.

Through the days that followed, we all clung to Sadie’s beloved St. Theresa to give us comfort. Losing a child is a nightmare beyond belief. Losing a child so unexpectedly has got to be even worse. For the first week Pam and Glenn were not allowed to make arrangements to bury Sadie. The police cordoned off the house as though it were a crime scene. It took and autopsy and the doctor’s surgical records to get the body released for burial. The doctor had accidentally cut the carotid artery during surgery and lasered it shut, along with the normal wound of a tonsillectomy. The doctor never mentioned the mistake that she had made during surgery. A mistake, which would take my family to our knees once more in prayer. This time the prayer was one of grief with out the hope of physical healing. They were prayers of anguish and heartbreak. We had no ability to even ask…”Why God? Why Sadie?” Although I know we all must have thought it from time to time. Sadie, ever the faithful prayer warrior would not have been pleased if we had.

As if to punctuate Sadie’s happiness and trust in God, my Aunt found a seemingly heaven sent sign, while cleaning up the playroom before the funeral. There on the play table was Sadie’s last drawing she did of herself. She drew herself with angel wings. It was covered with those same mysterious Rose Petals and it was signed; “Sadie – I am so happy. Jesus Loves Me!”

In the end, we have suffered and we have been blessed. We have grieved and we have mourned…but we know nonetheless, that Sadie is safe and warm. Sadie is enjoying the vision only she could see when she gave us the courage of her little prayers for our family members in need. As Pam and Glenn testified at the rosary vigil the night before the funeral…”She was ours but for a little while. God gave her to us on loan. He gave us a beautiful child to return to Him as a saint, when she was finished with her mission. The mission she accomplished much too soon for any of us. We are now the family of a Saint.” For this we shall all continue to “Thank God.” Sadie’s mission in this life has blessed us all.
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:crying: :crying: :crying: Would you consider allowing me to post this story of your little saint on another forum, the is the most beautiful testimony I have ever heard:crying:
 
This was posted in the Water Cooler: Junkie Treehouse #7. It needs to be placed here for maggie’s beloved departed DH.
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maggieodae:
Thank you all for Praying my Beloved Home to “Jesus”. Gene passed away at the Hour of Divine Mercy today.

"Praise to You, Lord Jesus Christ, for Your great love and Mercy." :blessyou: ❤️
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Edwin1961:
This was posted in the Water Cooler: Junkie Treehouse #7. It needs to be placed here for maggie’s beloved departed DH.
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The beauty of the Lord taking him in the hour of Mercy is beyond words:crying:
 
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Lisa4Catholics:
The beauty of the Lord taking him in the hour of Mercy is beyond words:crying:
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We praise you and glorify you Lord for Your great gift of bringing Gene home at the Hour of Mercy…the very hour You expired for him and for all. How so sensitive of Your most Sacred Heart to grant such a grace upon Your servant, Gene and his wonderful faithful wife, Marie. We bless You for our community here and may you comfort Marie and her family as they gather to comfort each other. May the mantle of Our Lady be upon Marie and those that she loves and protect her/family from the darts of the Evil One.

May maggieodae kiss Your face, oh Lord, during this time…❤️
 
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Shoshana:
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We praise you and glorify you Lord for Your great gift of bringing Gene home at the Hour of Mercy…the very hour You expired for him and for all. How so sensitive of Your most Sacred Heart to grant such a grace upon Your servant, Gene and his wonderful faithful wife, Marie. We bless You for our community here and may you comfort Marie and her family as they gather to comfort each other. May the mantle of Our Lady be upon Marie and those that she loves and protect her/family from the darts of the Evil One.

May maggieodae kiss Your face, oh Lord, during this time…❤️
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Amen!!!
 
Memory eternal to Gene, beloved of our friend, Marie.

O Lord, receive the soul of Your servant, Gene, who has departed from this life, and lead him to rest in a place of light, happiness, and peace, where there is neither pain nor suffering, neither grief nor sighing, and since You are a gracious God and the Lover of Mankind, forgive him every sin he has committed, whether by thought, or word, or deed, for there is not a man who lives and does not sin, for You alone are without sin and You are the Resurrection and the Life. Lord, grant that his memory be eternal and blessed.

Prayers for Marie and for Gene’s other family and friends, that their memories of him be happy ones, secure in the belief that he is with his God.
 
O God, the Creator and Redeemer of all the faithful, grant to the soul of Your servant, Gene, full remission of all his sins, that through our devout prayers, he may obtain Thy pardon. This we ask through Christ our Lord. Amen.
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 Eternal rest grant to him, O Lord.
And let perpetual light shine upon him.
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 May he rest in peace.
Amen.

Holy Mother,
Look lovingly on Gene as a true child of yours, and bring him swiftly to the peace which your Son has purchased for us through His Passion and Cross. Through the same Christ, our Lord.
Amen.

St. Joseph,
Shepherd Gene faithfully into the arms of your son, and, we beseech thee, pray for him that he may be made worthy of the promises of Christ, our Lord.
Amen.
 
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Shoshana:
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We praise you and glorify you Lord for Your great gift of bringing Gene home at the Hour of Mercy…the very hour You expired for him and for all. How so sensitive of Your most Sacred Heart to grant such a grace upon Your servant, Gene and his wonderful faithful wife, Marie. We bless You for our community here and may you comfort Marie and her family as they gather to comfort each other. May the mantle of Our Lady be upon Marie and those that she loves and protect her/family from the darts of the Evil One.

May maggieodae kiss Your face, oh Lord, during this time…❤️
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Amen
 
I pray for many people, but I’d like to especially remember two of my friends who passed way before their time. Jeff who was only 18 when he died in a car accident in July, 1986 :gopray: . Carrie who was only 33 when she took her own life in October, 1999 :gopray: .
 
Marie,

I am remembering your family in my prayers today. May your dear Gene rest in the arms of His Savior until you meet again.

CM
 
May God forgive me. Domine, non sum dignus! I just discovered this thread and am overwhelmed.
 
May perpetual light shine upon the soul of Gene, and may he and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Dear Blessed Mother, Mother of us all, please comfort Marie and her family and send ministering angels to them. I ask this in the name of Jesus, Amen.
With continued love and prayers.—Allhers
 
Marie,

You and yours are in prayers today. I am so sorry for the loss of your dear husband, Gene. May he rest in the peace of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
 
Marie,

This poem was written by Anna Lee Edwards McAlpin:

Let not your heart be troubled,
Fear not; do not grieve;
Be not afraid in danger,
Trust God, in Him believe.
If you are heavy laden,
Your soul in need of rest,
Ask humbly of your Father,
You surely shall be blessed.
You know Him as your Saviour,
Your Guardian and your Friend;
You trust Him as your healer
All mercy to extend.
How sweet it is to know Him
In sunshinbe and in pain!
You know His promises are true,
That rainbow follows rain.
 
IN Gene’s memory, and in the memory of all the faithful departed, please pray for and with all of us today and every day.

Modesto Sissy
 
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