May Joe rest in peace

I learned today that a man I had been visiting regularly at the West Island Palliative Care hospice died during the night. Joe was a great guy — his dying process was a real spiritual journey for him (and me). I had lost touch with him when I moved downtown (and changed jobs), so I was pleased when his daughter contacted me yesterday and asked me to visit with him. He was no longer conscious, so I could not give him the Communion he so eagerly received on all the other visits, but we did anoint him once again and I prayed the Apostolic Pardon for him. It was very consoling for everyone, and I guess it is just proof once more that God is amazing in his providence, for Joe died within a few hours. Rest in peace, Joe.