The simple words this three-year-old spoke to his brother are heartbreaking and beautiful.
What could I say to a man of faith whose days were numbered?
Our accidental encounter with a coffin brought home the beauty of our faith
Happy memories of a childhood in New Orleans combine with more painful recollections as we approach Lent.
My well-meaning doctors and caretakers thought that the most comforting thing would be to deny the reality of the death, or deny that every death is cause for weeping.
People going through this kind of thing often want a magic answer, a technique or a trick of the trade, something to do that will actually help. I knew that from experience. I also knew there isn’t …
Catholic family consoled by personal letter from NFL superstar
Where we will be reunited with those who have gone before us in faith
How many places in the modern world allow us to be so human together—to weep and sit with each other in silence?
Powerful words to keep at hand “now and in the hour of our death”
