... a busy Autumn Saturday...but the church in the excellent parish of St Joseph's, New Malden, was full for the All Souls Mass. The Mass here is always beautiful. Today, even though it was just an ordinary Mass, no music, just the solemn commemoration of All Souls, followed by a time of Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament, it was special. Vestments in black trimmed in gold. Strong voices saying the prayers. Outside, golden leaves falling on to rainy pavements...
All Souls. Grandparents: memories of happy afternoons and lovely teas. My dear father. Dear Auntie S. in America. And more, and more...as you get older, the All Souls list gets longer, and the whole thing means more...
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Dear Auntie,
As we pray for the souls of the departed, we, when departed, shall be prayed for by the next generation. So the wonderful cycle of prayer and rememberance continues through the ages.
Best wishes,
Henry Ledger
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