11/12/07
November 12 in the Month of All Souls
Last night, just as I was ready to go our for dinner, I was paged by one of the nursing homes in my parish to come and anoint a dying resident. Her name is Anne. I only met Anne this past summer, when she was still living in her own apartment and doing quite well for an 89 year old woman who didn't look a day over 75.
Anne's health has failed significantly and quickly since my visit in July. Some months back when was no longer able to care for herself she came to the nursing home where more than one of the nursing staff has told me, "She's my favorite!" Indeed, while I was there last night, four nurses stopped by Anne's room to hold her hand and to speak to her, even if in the past 24 hours her awareness of those around her had grown quite dim.
Although she was awake and her wide opened eyes followed us huddled around her bed, Anne seemed preoccupied with a presence invisible to us. Although she occasionally spoke, we were unable to understand what she said. Still, there were two times when, with grace and reverence, she traced the sign of the cross upon herself. These gestures seemed unrelated to the moments when we prayed aloud or when I anointed her. Anne and the object of her gaze followed some spiritual horarium unknown to those at her side.
Long before I took up residence in the rectory where I now hang my hat, Anne worked for years as a cook, serving a number of priests at the table in the formal dining room now pretty much reserved for when company comes. I wonder how many meals she served to pastors and curates. I'm sure they were entertained by her sense of humor and her endless stream of stories. I hope they were kind to her over the years, kinder than life had sometimes been to Anne.
Around her neck last night was her rosary, the only jewelry adorning her as she took her last steps towards the kingdom's door. The rosary was a simple string of beads, each shaped something like a black olive. I noticed that the middle, the fattest part of each bead was worn bare of it's black hue by God-only-knows how many times Anne fingered those beads in prayer for God-only-knows how many prayerful intentions.
And I thought of the words Anne prayed perhaps hundreds of thousands of times:
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of they womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us, sinners, now and at the hour of our death...
And at the hour of our death... That's where I met Anne last night. Although her "hour" may last several more days, soon she will be one of all the souls we pray for each November.
So deeply patterned on Anne's life was the sign of the Cross that she was able to prayerfully trace it in herself even when unable to speak with those around her.
In this month of November, for whom might you offer a Hail Mail? And perhaps all of us might consider making it a daily practice to pray the same for ourselves every day, asking the Mother of God to pray for us now and a the hour of our death...
And please pray for Anne, for those who love her and for those whom she loved.
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Anne Nee, a wonderful Irish lady with a great sense of h umor. I often met her on the Milldam when she would tell me in her Irish brogue that she was going to So. Boston to meet her boyfriend.
ReplyDeleteWhile I never met Anne and you only meet her fairly recently, when I finished reading your post she felt a little like an old friend and I said a Hail Mary for her...I hope I will have someone like you with me "at the hour of my death"....
ReplyDeleteWhen my Mom passed away early this year, I found myself cherishing the rosary and Bible she said and read every day. Her passing was peaceful and her belief in God and knowledge that she would rest again in God's Kingdom and be reunited with her son and parents gave me a deeper faith. There were no doubts or fears.
ReplyDeleteShe passed on her faith and spirituality to me and it continues to grow each day. Some blips in the screen, but I always return to my Mom's teachings. Praise God from whom all things flow. I have never seen anyone who was at such peace at the end of thier lives. Ready to let go and move on to eternal life. I think Ann Nee must feel the same way, and I hope that those who love her and those she loves can find some peace as they grieve and know she has indeed found her new life with the Lord. From what you wrote, I wish I knew her.
I too said a Hail Mary for this special woman...
Thank you for introducing us to her.
She is at peace.
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