I've been wondering a lot whether the Church has lost its meaning to me. But I was glad tonight when I was sitting at All Saints' mass that memories of my grandmother and her family came back to me. I'm not sure if it was her or somebody in school, but I remember learning that prayers for the souls in Purgatory would come in handy for them on All Souls' Day. I'll say a prayer for her and the rest of her extended family tomorrow. It might disappear into the vast empty universe, but it will bring back a lot of great memories.
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