She was in the Church, and saw him from the balcony. And to this day, whenever she talks about it, there's one thing that she swears she will never forget for the rest of her life:
The overwhelming smell of roses.
Back when I was agnostic, that always bugged me. I always wondered if someone wasn't pumping something into that church, because if you knew her and could see her face when she told it, you'd understand my mom just could *NOT* lie like that.
Great story. It also kind of boggles the mind that Sr. Lucia is still alive.
Anyone hear the story that Padre Pio told our current pope back in the 60s that he would be pope some day?