Memorial Day

Today was supposed to be your 67^th birthday. But now I think of it as a memorial day, a day when I momentarily reminisce about all the good memories of you.

May our prayers be the stairways of heaven for you, my first love. I miss you so much, Mom. 

O God the Father, the Creator and Redeemer of all the faithful,

grant to the souls of Thy servants departed the remission of their sins,

that, through pious supplications,

they may obtain the pardon which they have always desired.

We grant this through Jesus Christ,

Who lives and reigns with You, in the unity of the Holy Spirit,

forever and ever.

Amen.