Two young men came to our chapel on
Monday. They were already a little drunk. They asked about burying her grandmother, who
was a Catholic. She had been sick for 10
years and bedridden. And there she died
without sacraments, because nobody had thought earlier about searching for and
calling a priest. Only after her death,
they found us through the Internet. If
we had known before ... What remained to us now is only a prayer for the peaceful
repose of her soul.
On the new cemetery, there are already crosses;
on the old ones: red stars, rusty memorials and the lack of the presence of the
closed ones.
This is rather a depressing view.
On
November 1 we went to the oldest cemetery in the city.
Hacking
through the thicket we were searching for the graves and prayed by them.
Elena,
our parishioner, at the grave of her brother.
Common
prayer by the grave of Fiodor
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