16 December 2010, Thursday, 3rd Week of Advent.
A close friend’s father passed away last Friday. I went to visit him last Thursday. I was absolutely shocked at his appearance. I had only seen him one month ago, and he had lost so much weight. He could barely speak, while hooked onto a nasal canula.
In less than twenty four hours he was gone.
The Sunday before he passed away I actually wondered if the family had already sent for a priest. When I spoke to my friend on Tuesday, he said that they already had. Deo gratias.
The funeral was on Tuesday. It was one of the saddest ones I’ve attended. So many were weeping, and I could not comfort them at all. Not my closest friend, not his mother. I have forgotten how to cry as well.
Woman, behold Thy son. Behold Thy Mother.
I will miss the dear sir. I still have one of his books with me, which I have not finished reading. I shall take this as a parting gift.
The day before the funeral, I attended a wake of a senior Legionary from my parish. This was a man that I highly respected. He was a good example to many. I regret that I was not able to learn all the secrets of the apostolate from him.
Funny it seems that I am surrounded by death and destruction. The people that I have prayed for are now dead. Recent events have caused me to be doubtful of many things, yet hopeful at the same time. Still, I cannot help but feel rather helpless.
I guess it is not too late that we remind myself of these things: The glory of the world fades. Time flies. Memento Mori. Remember that you will die. Treasure your loved ones while you still walk the earth.
May the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace. Amen.