Sunday, November 15, 2009

Day 41

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Mom has a slight fever.

Hail Mary full of grace



I don't know what that means.

the Lord is with thee

We just sit and wonder. Is this it? Is this the fever that will take her?

Blessed are you among women

For the first time in a long time, I found myself praying.

And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

I pray at church. I pray before bed. But praying midday is new to me.

Holy Mary, mother of God

She is awake. But she barely responds to our questions.

Pray for us sinners

I just hold her hand and hope she knows I'm there.

Now and at the hour of death. Amen.

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