A friend of mine died suddenly last Sunday. Her funeral Mass was yesterday. She was a wife blessed with four beautiful children to nurture and educated while waiting to one day meet the several other babies she held only in her heart.
She always reminded me of Caroline Ingalls (Ma) on Little House. My friend was a simple and humble woman of pure sweetness and great FAITH! She did nothing to attract attention to herself in anyway. Nothing about her would make her stand out in a crowd. Yet, she stood out in the hearts and lives of so many. My estimate is that there was close to 1000 people at her funeral in a city 3000 miles from where she grew up. No one there was a co-worker, no one was there to make an appearance out of political or business motivations or high society expectations …. Only pure hearted family and friends who loved her so much. Six priests presided over the Mass and 3 deacons assisted simply because they wanted to be part of the last moment of the story of a special soul. One priest that knew her well referred to her as “a little saint.”
It dawned on me just today, (Memorial of Our Lady of Mount Carmel), that my dear saint wore the scapular. The promise is that one who wears it devoutly will exit Purgatory before the next Saturday after death. I don’t think she had to wait that long.
She was a “little saint” well in advance.
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