I went over this weekend to visit my family and we took a typical ride over to church. I myself am not a religious man, but it would be rude of me to disrespect my own families customs. 4/5ths through the undertaking of being in church and almost near the end the presidor appeared to be slumping a bit in his chair. We all waited for him to move up to the alter to lead us after Communion.
During prayer, Father John Benedict died during the final mass of the day. He was 76 years old.
Being one who has had much encounters with death throughout his life, I did not take much mind to it; I didn't even know the man. But to see the sheer raw emotions on the faces of Catholic partitioners, I was flooded with grief for them. Gentlemen, I will see you on Monday.