Sunday, April 15, 2018

Eternal Rest grant unto him

Today is the anniversary of my father's death. He was 42 years old. Mama was 40. I was 13.  There is nothing on earth like the moment when you realize that you have nowhere to run, nothing to distract you from the pain and you can't go back because it's the end of your world. All you can do is press on and cling to God. 


Réquiem ætérnam dona eis, Dómine,

et lux perpétua lúceat eis.
Requiéscant in pace. Amen.








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