November is marked by our prayer for our brothers and sisters who have died.
There is an old funny story I have never forgotten. It is about a woman who daily asks God in her morning prayers: “Please, God, I ask just one thing. When the time comes for me to die, send your angel to my home to let me know the time has come, so that I am prepared”. Every day she prayed with the same words.
(what the rest of the short reflection on YouTube)
