Dear God,
I may not see tomorrow. I rarely question you on your will or wisdom or the sufferings or why's of today. But I'm going to ask something of you. I want you to tell my mother I love her and then I want you take her to heaven for all that gave and sacrificed for me. She was there for me always—especially during severe suffering. Tell her I miss her or ask the Blessed Mother to tell her — it would more beautiful coming from her.
And please, tonight, have mercy on me.
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