Half an hour later, Daniel was still resting.
His eyes were closed.
I asked if the hospitaliers could help us wheel him out so that we could be at the grotto. One of them helped us to wheel him there.
We had the VIP treatment.
As you know, in Lourdes, anyone in wheel chair or stretchers are VIPs. So, we didn’t have to queue. We just walked right up to the grotto, to cut into the line that was so long you couldn't see the end of it. It is traditional for pilgrims to touch the rocks beneath the statue as they processed through the grotto.
It was beautiful and heart-warming to watch Daniel lifting his hand up to touch the rocks, just below the statue of Our Lady.
As it had been raining, water was dripping from Her statue.
I was lapping it up (with my hands) like I had been in the desert for a year. I cupped his head with my damp hands. This water is dripping from where Mother Mary appeared in 1858 before a 14 year old pheasant girl Bernadette.
Can you imagine that?
Can you imagine that?
After that, we wheeled him to the seating gallery, parked his chariot there, facing Our Lady. We intended to spend some time there, praying the rosary and meditating.
You were resting with Dad on our second day in Lourdes.
