She was a beautiful woman inside and out, a woman of deep faith and charity. Until she got too sick in the last few years of her life, she spent two days a week at the Little Sisters of the Poor's nursing home on Maiden Choice Lane in Catonsville, MD. She did whatever they needed: sewed labels on the residents' clothing, visited the lonely, helped residents write letters and cards to their loved ones, and read at their daily Mass. What an example of persevering love. She soldiered on until she was physically unable when she came to live with us. What a privilege to take care of her in the last five months of her life! How I wish I had used that time more fruitfully to learn everything I could about our family.
Today, Ireland is a more distressful country than ever because of their deliberate choice to murder babies. Most of us had abortion thrust upon us by Satanic overlords. But Ireland, dear lost Ireland, embraced the killing and danced in the streets.
I'll be offering my Mass and rosary tomorrow for the re-conversion of Ireland. May God send another Patrick to expel the demons who reintroduced the snakes to that hallowed isle.
Our Lady of Knock, pray for us.
St. Patrick, pray for us.
Mom, intercede for us!