It was raining. But thousands of people make their way towards the Sanctuary for the candle light procession. Thousands of candles lit everywhere. Such a beautiful sight. Rosary was recited in at least five different languages. Everyone was singing Ave Maria. It is truely a cross-cultural and language event. I felt that people were united in spirit even though different languages are spoken. I attended midnight mass at the grotto as well.
This evening, I felt the spirit and memories of my mother very strong. I miss her very much. Her voice, her smile, her gentleness. I suppose that is what Mother Mary is to mankind - the Mother that protects and loves. I needed to grieve, so I let myself sob like a little child in front of Mary's statue.
This evening, I felt the spirit and memories of my mother very strong. I miss her very much. Her voice, her smile, her gentleness. I suppose that is what Mother Mary is to mankind - the Mother that protects and loves. I needed to grieve, so I let myself sob like a little child in front of Mary's statue.
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