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I wish I have my other photos here with me

the particular photo I'd like to post here is the one I took of Pope John Paul II five years ago when my mom and I attended a mass at St. Peter's square. He was riding one of those mobiles that took him around the square and to the altar. It was the nearest I've ever been to the pope since we were seated near the path of the mobile.

Now the Pope is facing the last moments of his life, and I'm sad. Suddenly, I realize how much I missed out on when I wasnt able to take part in World Youth Day in Manila, suddenly I'm wishing I were more religious than I am now. Suddenly, I'm apprehensive of who the next Pope will be. Suddenly, I'm wishing I have more photos of him.

See, my mom takes pleasure in seeing photos of him. And I can fully understand. I myself feel like I am looking at a very sacred, very dedicated, very serene and peaceful man of God when I see images of him.

I'm one of the many who has never known another Pope. I guess that is about to change.