My grandmother has a framed picture of the pope in her living room...He is in his traditional cape and cap...a golden cross hangs pristinely around his neck...he has a look of quiet strength and humility...
She has been praying for him today...
He is very revered and very much loved by Mexican Catholics...
A movie was made many years ago about a boy whose dream was to sing at a papal celebration for him....
A song was made along with the movie...a song that continued to be played for him in later visits...
We were glued to the television set during his last visit to Mexico..and I watched in awe as to how he was treated like a superstar...
He is not just a title to them...
He is someone they look up to...
He is their model on how to live a spiritually devout life...
He is their representative...someone who speaks for those whose voices are not always heard...
He is like a father or brother ...
He is very near and dear to their hearts...
I know when he leaves this earth, my grandmother will shed some tears of sadness...
And then it will hit me as to how significant and influential....and how special he was to our faith and our families and our culture...
I pray that he is surrounded by love and warmth and serenity at this moment...I pray very much for that.