She was beautiful.
She was fun to be around, and popular with her peers. She was always willing to look out for her younger brothers and sisters. She was an aspiring artist and a great cook. She was my oldest sister, and today would have been her birthday, had she not been struck down and killed by a drunk driver at the age of sixteen. That was many years ago now, and I still pray for her soul.
Today, as I usually do on Sharon's birthday, I had Mass celebrated for the repose of her soul. The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass is the greatest help we can offer, since it is the sacrifice of Christ Himself, and does not depend on the piety of the priest who offers it or the people who attend it.
I find it reassuring to know that God exists outside of time - that for the Lord, the past does not exist; the future does not exist. Everything is an eternal present. That means our prayers for others, even years after their death, have already been taken into account by God, so that even now we can pray for the happy death of our loved ones.