I begin to tear up as I realize I am in my last days…
Sunrise: 5:42
Sunset: 20:32
A… yeah yeah… 20:25
I slept a lot today. I think I finally understand this to be a relief from a kind of PTSD. Moral Injury.
Anyone else feeling that?
Before supper I visited the church around the corner (literally!) with the remains of St Pipo.
Maybe someone with a kind and warm heart will tackle this lovely epitaph. You want to cry all over.
Supper with a highly visible and read and watched Catholic commentator:
Zucchini flowers.
The bitterest amaro on the planet:
Actually, now I think of it.. there are worse. It was great but it was not. It wasn’t one of those where they leave the bottle on the table. When they do that, … well we need whole post about that.
Lastly,….. BUY NORCIA BEER!
The just put out a new edition of the PRE-55 MISSALE ROMANUM.
This is important.
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I have felt a deep, prolonged exhaustion from personal, professional, and religious circumstances for some time now. Sleep does not seem to help as much as I desire.
There is an FSSP priest stationed in a dangerous part of Mexico whose parents for a few years lived in the city where I used to regularly go to assist at the VO Mass. On his vacation visiting his parents he would offer the Sunday Mass to give our parish priest (who offers both NO and VO masses—a real pastor of souls) a chance to take a real vacation (since all the substitutes who know the VO have other Sunday duties). I once told this young priest that I would like to live in a world where I could go to Mass every Sunday without worrying whether a bishop or pope during the past week has ordered some sort of change in doctrine or practice that would destroy things. His reply was that is the way it should be.
I would not be surprised if you have PTSD, along with many other traditional Catholics. Father Hunwicke gave a lecture at silverstream priory about cultures and worship focusing on an area of England that accepted Henry VIII’s changes because their Mass was not changed, their culture of worship was not changed although they wanted their local monastery to be restored. But once Elizabeth was queen and the true Mass suppressed they revolted only to eventually be slaughtered. There are few clerics in high places who know that we don’t go to Mass just to check a box in order to go to heaven. We go because union with Christ and his sacrifice on Calvary means everything and we cannot experience this with the NO Mass. Certainly, the off and on possibility of losing everything can cause PTSD.
My attempt at the Italian epitaph (very moving, and fascinating how languages express thoughts and use words in different ways):
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ANNA CASINI GUIDI, through singular goodness of soul and elite virtues, through a rare spirit of Christian self-denial, loved by the poor, adored by her own, most dear to all, falling innocent victim to a strange misfortune, suddenly came to be torn from the bosom of her family gathered in holy joy on the night of Easter 1909.
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The grieving populace, mourning her untimely end with sincere condolences, accompanied her mortal remains to this temple.
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Here near the place of the tragic incident, beside the venerated tomb of Filippo Neri, where their beloved often prayed devotedly, her husband Eugenio Guidi, brothers Filippo and Giuseppe, daughters Maria, Luisa, Angela and Antonietta, tearfully placed this memorial, desiring to elicit the prayers of the faithful in hopes of her arrival in heaven.
Oh, no! Here’s the “strange misfortune” – she was looking out the window at the wrong time, and got hit by two stray bullets.
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/263343353/anna-casini_guidi
https://www.borgato.be/MISCELLANEA/ROMA_PARIONE-A-F/html/vallicella-lapidi-vi.html – There’s a newspaper citation.
@Suburbanbanshee: Well found. Who would have guessed? I thought maybe she was in an early motor traffic accident.
On reflection, I would revise the opening clauses:
ANNA CASINI GUIDI, loved by the poor, adored by her own, most dear to all, for singular goodness of soul and choicest virtues, for a rare spirit of Christian self-denial, falling innocent victim to a strange misfortune …
Background to the inscription.
On the night of 11 April 1909, a police officer, Gabriele de Marchi, fired several shots in the air in the Via dei Filippini to scare off two thieves. Two bullets hit Mrs. Anna Casini Guidi who was facing the window.