i remember hearing this as a joke in the flick eurotrip which was well, really funny. i never thought id hear it for real. eiz forwarded a msg to me at around 5am saying that the pope was dead. i didnt believe it at first. thats how i am, i find the thought of people dying really hard to believe. i dont know, for one reason or another i have this thinking that people are immortal.

when the Pope came here in 1995 for the WYD, my mom and i went to naia to see him. when we got home and the delegates who were staying at our house arrived, i promised myself one day i will see him again. i have to. its like one of my personal legends. and even if he has gone to be with God, i still believe that one day i will see him again. i guess its because i grew up seeing the world full of shit that sometimes, the faith i have, its the only thing i can hold on to. and the pope doing as much as he can to reach out to those whose faith has already faltered, to those in need of salvation, to those in need of belief, that was what i needed to comfort me. that somehow someone, even if he doesnt know who i am, is praying for me. there's a certain comfort that it brings.