All Souls, Monday, November 2, 2026
Growing up, my mom always had my siblings and me pray the rosary with her, and she’d always say, “Pray for the souls in purgatory.” So, when my grandfather on my father’s side passed away, I prayed for him every single night for a long time. He died when I was in the fifth grade. I would pray six Our Fathers, six Hail Marys, and six Glory Be’s each night for him. Maybe a year later, while I was still saying those prayers for his soul, I had a dream, and my grandfather was there. We were inside some sort of country club looking dining room. And he hugs me and he is crying so hard, and, amidst his sobbing, is repeating, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I understood him to be thanking me for those prayers. …When he was still alive, we did not have a warm relationship at all. I honestly felt like I was more of an annoyance to him than anything—I’m sad to say that. But I knew he loved me. He really did care, but he just was not warm. And that’s why that dream made even more of an...