One of my Deacon brothers, Bill Wilson and his wife, Patty, just lost their son to a drug overdose. Cameron was in his 20s struggling with his addiction for 10 years. His loving parents were firm, setting strict norms on the home front and sending him to two rehab centers, the second being a Christian one down in Florida. A number of his friends from the latter, came up for today's funeral. Fr. Celetano's preaching was compassionate, yet pulling no punches. May our just Lord who knows the condition of each person's heart, have mercy on Cameron and his family!
So sorry to hear this. Any kind of addiction is hard to fight. May blessings be upon this family. My prayers are with you.
What a Cross to endure for your Deacon friend and his wife. Will pray for their strength to carry this and for the repose of Cameron’s soul
I pray that God consoles Deacons family. For the sake of His sorrowful Passion, O God have mercy on Cameron's soul, have mercy on us and on the whole world.
How heartbreaking. My own son is in recovery. Addiction is such a battle. A disease that has become so common because of drugs. May Cameron Rest In Peace. Prayers for his parents.
Byron, you are right. It is a disease. Prayers for Cameron’s soul and for God to console his grieving family.
It was all the prayers from so many, especially from here at MOG, that has helped us. So far so good. I am so thankful.
I am reading a novel at the moment called, 'The Chatelet Apprentice', by the recently deceased Jean -Francois Parot. It,s about a police official in pre revolutionary Paris, round about the mid 18th century. It's very realistic. They used torture as a matter of course. I was very struck by the terrible, terrible, conditions folks often lived in , in the city. However they were often very religious, the Church appears everywhere. But that is one thing I though about the poor people, criminals and all, they lived really hand to mouth and it would be impossible for us nowadays to judge them. The Church was doing a huge amount of good back then , when pretty well no one else was. Think St Vincent De Paul. It is hard to walk in someone else's shoes.
