The other day I was reading the local Diocese magazine and saw that the Knights of Columbus were praying the rosary in the military cemetery on the 2nd Saturday of the month. They were inviting others to join them. That sounded like a great idea to me. I called a friend who recently buried her mother along with her father there and asked if she wanted to go. She did, so I picked her up this morning. When we arrived at the cemetery, we saw a few cars that were in front of one of the gathering areas and assumed it was the group since there were no other vehicles anywhere. We parked and walked into the covered outdoor space and were greeted by one of the men. I asked if they were the praying group. He said they were. I asked if we could join them. He said we were most welcome. I told him I had read the article in the Diocese magazine. He and the other men were very happy that it had caught our attention, and it was their hope that more people would come to pray with them. After a few other men arrived, everyone introduced themselves and shared a prayer intention. They were all from different parishes, but part of the Knights of Columbus. Before praying the rosary, we were asked if we wanted to lead part of it. My friend quietly bowed out. How could I refuse. It was a beautiful morning to pray in that peaceful, sacred place. The air was crisp and clear and the cover kept us out of the sun. The only other sound I heard was the birds flying and chirping. After the prayers, my friend and I went to her mom and dad’s gravesite. She was elated to find that the new headstone had been put in place. It now included her mom’s name with a carved image of the Sacred Heart. She fell to her knees and cried. After a while, we went over to my parents’ gravesite where I placed the flowers I had prepared. We prayed a little more before we left. I was so glad that I decided to go and that my friend came too.

I Found God today praying with a friend at the cemetery.