A Good Confession

He sat on the left side of the church. A thick rosary hung from his hand as he prayed, eyes fixed on the crucifix above the altar. I hated to interrupt him, but he must have sensed me staring. He turned abruptly as if awakened from a deep slumber and said, “Do you want to

Memento Mori

Memento Mori is to remember death. To contemplate death may help me to contemplate life, especially as a Catholic man. Is this how I find my purpose?