Sugreine Cemetery, also known as The Famine Cemetery, extremely moving experience for me. Unmarked graves, stones sticking out of the ground, deep sadness, grief hanging heavy in the air. Not far away, the ruins of the old ‘Work House’, poignant painful history. ‘Family tombs’ built with large flat stones, mini houses without windows, many of our ancestors interred here.
The ruins of the ancient Church where Holy Eucharist was once celebrated felt warm in a strange way. When no other comfort was to be had in those terrible times, the poor people lived for Holy Mass.
As we parted company, we knew something wonderful occurred in our hearts, something unexplainable. Prayer and grief mingled together in that open bleak place settled in our bones, shifting our gaze.
In these harsh pandemic days, we may be out of our comfort zones, but we have little cause for complaint. In comparison to the extreme hardship our ancestors suffered we are beyond rich.
May God have mercy on their gentle souls.
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