Posted on 06/08/2002 4:15:32 PM PDT by Siobhan
Michael's life was short, but it was not insignificant. It was of the greatest meaning not only for you, Shelley, and your family, but it was of the greatest value for Jesus, Mary, the saints, and all the angels. I'm sure that Jesus said to him, "Michael, three years of bringing joy to your parents and then bearing this illness unto death. Extraordinary, Michael. Extraordinary. Well done, good and faithful servant." You are in my heart, and I hold you in my prayers, and all you have to do is freepmail me, and I will do anything to help you, to listen, or to cry with you or pray with you. May the love of Christ the King and the tenderness of Our Lady Help of Christians surround you and support you through the days to come. Amen.
What a wonderful father you had. I often wished he had been mine.
I looked forward every day to his posts as I surely look forward to yours now.
He was a magnificent defender of the faith, a soul pure and sweet as are you.
I am sorry for your loss. Find comfort in knowing this fine man is with Jesus now with no more pain.
Kathleen
I am also deeply impressed that he and your mom chose to live in the land where Jesus lived, now unfortunately under great strife. The Lord knows and loves your father. Imagine the homecoming celebrations that Our Lord has laid out for him in the New Jerusalem!
I will pray for your father this weekend, and on Monday I am going to St. Patrick's Church, close to my office, to remember him at Mass.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord - and may the perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace. Amen.
God bless you and your family, Siobhan.
Dear, dear OxfordMovement! My heart breaks as I read these lines. I wish I could say something to ease your pain or suggest what to say to Shelley and the kids. I will pray for little Michael that his beautiful laugh may continue to ring with the angels in Heaven. And may the Lord keep you and Shelley and the kids safely in His Sacred Heart.
Please remember Our Blessed Mother, who underwent such a pain, as she watched Jesus die on the cross. She too weeps for your family, even as she holds little Michael in her arms. She's with you in this trial and she keeps you close to her Immaculate Heart.
The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord makes His Face shine upon you. The Lord looks at you with kindness, has mercy on you and grants you peace. Amen.
I am so sorry to hear that your dad passed away today. Please know that he is with the Lord.
Remember to take care of you and your family as well as your mom during these days. May God bless all of you.
Salvation
God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume.................................It is [the Apostle] Peter, weeping bitterly, who returns to greater power than ever.
~~Vance Havner
Ár n-Athair atá ar neamh,
Go naofar d'ainim,
Go dtagfadh do ríocht,
Go ndéantar do thoil ar an talamh mar a dhéantar ar neamh.
Ár n-arán laethúil tabhair dúinn inniu,
agus maith dúinn ár bhfiacha
mar a mhaithimidne dár bhféichiúna féin
Ach ná lig sinn i gcathú,
ach saor sinn ó olc,
Amen.
Sé do bheatha, a Mhuire,
atá lán de ghrásta,
Tá an Tiarna leat.
Is beannaithe thú idir mná,
Agus is beannaithe toradh do bhroinne, Íosa.
A Naomh-Mhuire, a Mháthair Dé,
guigh orainn na peacaigh,
anois, agus ar uair ár mbáis.
Amen.
Gloir don Athair,
agus don Mhac,
agus don Spiorad Naomh.
Mar a bha, 's mar a tha, 's mar a bhitheas,
fad shaoghal nan saoghal. Amen.
Failte dhut a Bhanruinn, a Mhathair na trocaire, ar beatha ar solas, is ar dochas, failte ort.
Riutsa tha sinne, sliochd seachranach Eubha, a togail ar gutha. Riutsa tha sinn ag osnaich, a
caoidh is ag acain, ann an gleann so nan deur. Thoir, mata, iuchair nan gras, suil fhial oirne.
Agus an deidh dhuinn a chein- thir seo fhagai1, feuch dhuinn toradh beannaichte do bhronn,
losa. O Mhoire Oigh bhaidheil, ghradhach chaomh!
Guidh' air ar son, a Mhathair Naomh Dhe.
Los gun toill sinn gealladh Chriosda. Amen.
CUIMHNEACH a Mhoir' Oigh uile chaomh, nach cualas riamh gun deachaidh aon sam bith a
ruith fod dhion, a ghrios do chomhnadh, agus a dh'iarr t-eadarghuidhe, a threigsinn. A' glacail
misniche is earbsa a seo tha mise 'Oigh nan oighean, a' ruith gad
ionnsuidh, A Mhathair, gud ionnsaidh tha mi a tighinn, agus a caoidh mo pheacannan 'nad lathair. A Mhathair Iosa, na cuir
suarach mo bhriathran, ach eisd gu trocaireach agus freagair m'achanaich. Amen.
A couple have asked for my mother's name so you can pray for her by name. The English spelling of her first name is Noreen and her middle name would be rendered as Marie. She is such a strong woman. She asked me to attach the following little image Da found on the internet that was a favorite saying from Padre Pio.
Mom wanted me to mention that in March one of my nieces died in a car accident and that one of my father's joys today is being met and reunited with his granddaughter. Her name is Kiera.
A special word to OxfordMovement:
Dearest Oxford, my niece Kiera was a wonderful baby-sitter and such a beautiful young woman. I'm absolutely certain she and my father will both take care of Michael and in turn be blessed by him. You are not alone, Oxford, and my mother would like to talk to you and pray with you. She says to tell you that from this moment on you and Shelley and your children will be the prayer of her heart day and night. Please accept our love and our care Oxford. You have many friends here and many who can help you through this.
To everyone:
I thank everyone for your kindness to me and your lovely words about my father and assurances of prayer. Please accept my deepest gratitude.
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