It occurred to me yesterday morning that I’ve not really prayed for my Dad. I’ve said a few Our Fathers and Hail Marys by his side, but that was just to try and wake him up. So what would my prayer be for this 98 pound helpless geezer?
My gut reaction is to pray, “God, please give him a few more years so he can shape up and get more good stuff from life and then die a better death.” But that seems a bit too prescriptive for my taste. How about:
“I pray that the love I feel and that others feel for my dad be received by him, that it infuses him with some peace of mind and helps him either embrace death with open arms or embrace life a little longer with a new spirit of understanding.”
I guess that works better. I’ll pray it now and again when I see him later today.