This is one of the loveliest stories I've read for a long time:
When one of our brethren, Osmund Lewry, was dying, the whole community squeezed into his small room, on cupboards and under the desk, to celebrate the Easter Eucharist. After Communion, we sang the Regina Caeli, and then I went to get champagne from the fridge, so that we could drink to the Resurrection. I commented on how beautifully the the brethren had sung and Osmund replied that really, if his timing had been better, he would have died while it was being sung, but he had to hang on for the champagne!
Tomorrow the Son of Man will walk in the garden
Through drifts of apple blossom.
(Why Go to Church, Timothy Radcliffe, page 126)
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