The city of Newark, NJ lost two of their bravest last week.
Agusto Acabou and Wayne Brooks, Jr. were veteran firemen who lost their lives battling a blaze on a cargo ship at the Port of Newark. Newark is my hometown and one of my nephews is a fireman there himself.
May I ask that all who read this offer a rosary for the repose of their souls?
I tease my nephew often about his job. It seems lately there haven’t been any major fires to fight. But I know how gut wrenching these deaths are to all who have loved ones in the department and to the brother firefighters of these brave men.
Stay confessed!
Stay confessed!
Stay confessed!
Also, while we’re on the subject of praying for the dead… This past Sunday marked three years since my brother took his life. Please pray for his soul as well.
I am still angry. I’m angry that he did what he did. I’m angry he left his wife to find him like that. I’m angry at every politician and “expert” who locked him up for months due to a “pandemic”. No one will ever convince me that the lockdowns didn’t contribute heavily to his suicide. If I make it to heaven by God’s grace and if my brother happens to have escaped the flames of hell; I intend to clock him over the head for this. If nothing else, what he did has served as the impetus for me to fast more and to offer my prayers than I ever have.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them!
May their souls and all the souls of the faithful departed rest in peace. Amen.
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