I attended this morning’s mass without the twosome because Paw had a threadmill test. He didn’t want to attend mass in his sweat suit outfit. He’ll pass: I know.
Anyway, Father Michael was saddened about the loss of his friends in the Afghan war. We could hear tears in his voice and his posture was hunched over at the podium.
Pray for Josephina (?); Wilaminna (?); and MaryLou. One was the only woman in the platoon. One Saturday he spoke to her. The next weekend she was killed.
There were 72 light, purple envelopes for these fallen soldiers. May they rest in peace. And may Fr. Michael find comfort knowing their spirits are floating around somewhere like the ghosts in one of the bunkers (per a History Channel episode):
“I love you. Shalom!”
~A voice of a female entity
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