The hour of mercy

The hour of mercy

At this very moment, my friend Patrick is probably cradling his daughter Naomi as she dies.

Tomorrow is the Feast of these awesome Archangels. At noon PST we will begin the ventilator disconnection and the removal of the sundry wires, tubes and heart medications that bar the way between hospital and heaven.

I’m quite numb to what this all means practically or even emotionally; yet. All I can say is, I can’t wait to see her cherubic face without all that facial tape. Naomi will then be anointed with the Sacrament of the Sick—not for the forgiveness of sins, which in her case don’t exist, but for one last strengthening and healing as the Lord Jesus takes her from our arms to his.

Again, as I have asked before, please pray for them. It is a severe mercy to know the day and hour of the death of your loved one, but I rejoice they have had the time with they did.

May the archangels welcome her into heaven and sweep her into the presence of the Blessed Trinity.

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