Mass was crowded so I had to sit in the opposite pew across the isle from my blog administrator. I love it when he winks at me but who could tell if he was winking with his eye swollen shut? I winked back at him anyway and after mass he said the man sitting beside him thought I was winking at him. Maybe I was. Actually I was thinking about Padre Pio because I had the privilege of sitting next to a man who had served mass for Saint Pio.
I thought, "I should ask this man that if he would happen to die before me, if he could please tell Padre Pio thank you for all of his intersessions and prayers on our behalf and then give Padre a hug for me, I'm so grateful." But because my pew pal is frail and has trouble walking, I thought I 'd better leave him alone to go about his business. I'd hate to be the cause of a fall or maybe my comment -about the dying part, might insult him. I walked away sad because I didn't get to speak with him, though God must have told Pio what I was thinking because later that evening Gracie handed a gift to me and said, "Our deacon gave this to me and told me to give it to my mom." It was a rosary in a box with Padre Pio's photo on top," It was the picture of Padre giving a blessing.