I stopped keeping track of the number of funerals that I have presided over when it reached 100. The youngest was age 4 and the oldest was 101. Some had their lives taken from them, others took their own lives, and some lived full lives. I have been present at the time of death on a number occasions. I have sat quietly praying next to the deceased in emergency rooms, hospital rooms, nursing homes, private homes, in a garage – wherever they lie in the end. It sometimes bothers me that I can’t remember all their names. It seems I should.
May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace.