Here to you Dad,

One monk, one monkey

One confines to the zoo, one in monastery

One with Bible, one with banana.

Both your grandkids.

 

Chúng con cậy vì danh Chúa nhân từ
cho linh hồn Phêrô Lê Công Chính
đặng lên chốn nghĩ ngơi
hằng xem thấy mặt Đức Chúa Trời
sáng láng vui vẻ vô cùng.
Amen.

It was then that I realized that love and sacrifice have a name: FAMILY.
Our family gathered together in church this morning.
Then we went out to the grave site of my Dad to say rosary together.

 

May the Lord have mercy on the soul of my Dad and give him Eternal Peace;
May the Lord look kindly upon my Mom and grant her peace and health;
O Lord, we ask You this in the Name of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

Amen.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake. ...
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
-- Psalm 23:1-6



“Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name.
 Your kingdom come,
your will be done,
    on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
     and forgive us our debts,
    as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
    but deliver us from evil.^"

 

^{--  Matthew 6:9-13}

Today is the Memorial of Our Lady of the Rosary, and I missed the times that I said the Rosaries on the behalf of my Dad, who was laying on the hospital bed at MD Anderson sleeping. I didn't know if he could hear my prayers or not, but somehow saying the Rosaries gave me much comfort. There were many repetitive Hail Marys, but somehow, I always said them as though, I would said it to Mother Mary, if I get to meet her. I knew my Dad was surprised when he first heard my saying of the Hail Marys, but over time in the hospital, he probably could care less. Yet he said that he missed the way I prayed. Here to you, Dad:

 

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you,
Blessed are thou among women,
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us, sinners,
 Now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.