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When my sister died a lot of people in our circle said they would pray for her, as if this innocent young woman needed the help. I never did pray for her myself, and I never opened my daily missal again.
I hope now, as I did then, that death means going somewhere wonderful and graceful and eternal. But I’m afraid the St. Joseph Daily Missal doesn’t answer that question any better today than it did when I was 14.
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This article was first published on August 21, 2009
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