Rosary in my car, in my room, in my pocket, and all the places I go…

My grandmother was a small woman with a strong belief in the rosary. When my uncle died, she was heartbroken. He was her first born and she was engulfed in grief. Everywhere she went, she had a rosary near by. She would often pray while waiting for the laundry to finish. I often would yell downstairs and ask “where are you” and I would hear “I’m praying the rosary, almost done, will be up in a few,” and I would say “ok.” Not even a second thought, it was part of her daily routine and it rubbed off on me and to this day, I have a rosary in my car, in my room, and in my coat pocket. As an older woman, I am more understanding on what she was doing, she was praying for my deceased uncle, her fear – that he needed help out of purgatory. Purgatory is something I struggle to not be afraid of but I know there is grace when you exercise your soul through prayer. I pray now for everyone in my family, even through my turmoil in particular relationships, I pray to let go of anger, and when I feel that I am an impasse, I know I have to go to confession. Every time I practice through prayer and confession, the weight in my heart lightens. I believe there is something so special about praying the rosary and going to confession. It really works.