Losing My Religion, Finding Faith in Small Things

Just piecing together this puzzle that is life

My grandmother, who we affectionately referred to as Mud, was very Irish and very catholic. She was the type of catholic who knew every patron saint you should pray to for whatever you were going through (Going on holiday? Get praying to St Christopher for safe travels. Feeling unwell? Channel those prayers straight to St Bernadette, she’ll get you sort…