Eternal Rest grant unto her, O Lord
And let Perpetual Light shine upon her.
May she rest in Peace.
Julia Marian O'Brien April 25, 2012
Age 96Apostolic Pardon last night which remits a soul from the temporal punishment due to sin! I had never heard of that before!
Ego facultate mihi ab Apostolica Sede tributa, indulgentiam plenariam et remissionem omnium peccatorum tibi concedo et benedico te. In nomine Patris, et Filii, + et Spirtus Sancti, Amen. …
By the faculty given to me by the Apostolic See, I grant you a plenary indulgence and the remission of all your sins, and I bless you. In the Name of the Father and the Son + and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Grandma and Mary Sunshine.
Best Christmas ever at Grandma's
Grandma and Bilbo 3 years ago
Aunt, me, Grandma, my sister Bridey
Grandma always had a laugh and a smile
One of those fond memory pictures from Grandma's House. This and her old dial phone and her totally awesome strawberry jam. That is, when I left some of the strawberries in Grandpa's patch for them to be made into jam! And...
....this picture which I inheriteded when she moved to Naples, FL from her home in Nebraska. It was always my absolute favorite picture so I am delighted to have it. It had been a wedding gift to my grandparents :)
This was probably the last thing Grandma wrote since she signed this the day before her stroke. It was in a birthday card for me.
Grandma died on the Feast of St. Mark. And delightfully he is the patron of Venice, Italy and my grandma died in the diocese of Venice in Naples, Florida. Doesn't that bring you a little smile? That brought me a full laugh. Her funeral will be in Nebraska.
the souls of all the faithful departed
from all the chains of their sins
and by the aid to them of your grace
may they deserve to avoid the judgment of revenge,
and enjoy the blessedness of everlasting light.
|Dies irae, dies illa,|
solvet saeculum in favilla,
teste David cum Sibylla.
| That day of wrath, that dreadful day,|
shall heaven and earth in ashes lay,
as David and the Sybil say.
|Quantus tremor est futurus,|
quando iudex est venturus,
cuncta stricte discussurus!
|What horror must invade the mind|
when the approaching Judge shall find
and sift the deeds of all mankind!
|Tuba mirum spargens sonum|
per sepulcra regionum,
coget omnes ante thronum.
|The mighty trumpet's wondrous tone|
shall rend each tomb's sepulchral stone
and summon all before the Throne.
|Mors stupebit et natura,|
cum resurget creatura,
|Now death and nature with surprise|
behold the trembling sinners rise
to meet the Judge's searching eyes.
|Liber scriptus proferetur,|
in quo totum continetur,
unde mundus iudicetur.
|Then shall with universal dread|
the Book of Consciences be read
to judge the lives of all the dead.
|Iudex ergo cum sedebit,|
quidquid latet apparebit:
nil inultum remanebit.
|For now before the Judge severe|
all hidden things must plain appear;
no crime can pass unpunished here.
|Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?|
quem patronum rogaturus?
cum vix iustus sit securus.
|O what shall I, so guilty plead?|
and who for me will intercede?
when even Saints shall comfort need?
|Rex tremendae maiestatis,|
qui salvandos salvas gratis,
salva me, fons pietatis.
|O King of dreadful majesty!|
grace and mercy You grant free;
as Fount of Kindness, save me!
|Recordare Iesu pie,|
quod sum causa tuae viae:
ne me perdas illa die.
|Recall, dear Jesus, for my sake|
you did our suffering nature take
then do not now my soul forsake!
|Quaerens me, sedisti lassus:|
redemisti crucem passus:
tantus labor non sit cassus.
|In weariness You sought for me,|
and suffering upon the tree!
let not in vain such labor be.
|Iuste iudex ultionis,|
donum fac remissionis,
ante diem rationis.
|O Judge of justice, hear, I pray,|
for pity take my sins away
before the dreadful reckoning day.
|Ingemisco, tamquam reus:|
culpa rubet vultus meus:
supplicanti parce Deus.
|You gracious face, O Lord, I seek;|
deep shame and grief are on my cheek;
in sighs and tears my sorrows speak.
|Qui Mariam absolvisti,|
et latronem exaudisti,
mihi quoque spem dedisti.
|You Who did Mary's guilt unbind,|
and mercy for the robber find,
have filled with hope my anxious mind.
|Preces meae non sunt dignae:|
sed tu bonus fac benigne,
ne perenni cremer igne.
|How worthless are my prayers I know,|
yet, Lord forbid that I should go
into the fires of endless woe.
|Inter oves locum praesta,|
et ab haedis me sequestra,
statuens in parte dextera.
|Divorced from the accursed band,|
o make me with Your sheep to stand,
as child of grace, at Your right Hand.
flammis acribus addictis.
voca me cum benedictis.
|When the doomed can no more flee|
from the fires of misery
with the chosen call me.
|Oro supplex et acclinis,|
cor contritum quasi cinis:
gere curam mei finis.
|Before You, humbled, Lord, I lie,|
my heart like ashes, crushed and dry,
assist me when I die.
|Lacrimosa dies illa,|
qua resurget ex favilla.
iudicandus homo reus:
huic ergo parce Deus.
|Full of tears and full of dread|
is that day that wakes the dead,
calling all, with solemn blast
to be judged for all their past.
|Pie Iesu Domine,|
dona eis requiem. Amen.
|Lord, have mercy, Jesus blest,|
grant them all Your Light and Rest. Amen.