My Grandfather passed away yesterday, and he wasn’t Catholic. I imagine he’s quite surprised at some things right now, and I hope he’s not chewing someone out about this strange new place called Purgatory that he’s never heard of.
He was from a fundamentalist church, so I don’t know exactly what that means for his eternal fate. That’s why I’m asking people to keep him in his prayers.
Part of me wonders if he can appreciate the irony. He was the patriarch of a huge family, none of which will be praying for him now–“He’s with Jesus,” after all. But now, this relatively small Catholic enclave within the family is the only group of people praying for him. He was kinder in his later years, but for a while he said nothing while the family attacked my mom.