On Death, Anonymously

When I got to work today, my parking spot was blocked off by crime scene tape. There were police cars scattered all over the parking lot. I found out that an unfortunate tragedy occurred this morning. Oddly disconcerted by what happened, I’m finding myself distracted and a bit numb today. But my Catholic roots are begging that I pray, and so with a lit candle on my desk, I turn to the strange comforts of childhood.


Hail Mary, full of grace.
Our Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.


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