Jeremy’s Story

My name is Jeremy Clifford and I was born in Bristol, England. My recently deceased father, Patrick came from Co. Kerry in Ireland. We were both devoted to little Kathleen Kilbane, always praying to her, because, like Kathleen, my father had TB in his 20s, but he survived.

I remember well just before he passed away in January 2016, as he lay with his eyes closed I said to him, “Dad, little Kathleen and the Blessed Virgin are watching over you.”

“I know they are,” he whispered. “I can see them.”

Just after dad had left this world, a strange thing happened. My sister Mary and I were walking to Dad's grave and there before us, lying on the ground, was a solitary white rose. Beautiful thoughts of Kathleen came into our minds and we know she was with us.

It was Mary who picked up the rose and we placed it on a nearby grave.

A short time before my sister Janet passed away in 2004, aged 47, she gave me an Irish half-crown. Little Kathleen was given an Irish half crown by a stranger before she died. But she never knew what its value was because she never had the experience of money and had no use for it. Always thinking of others, she gave it to Brother Anselm.

When I was given the Irish half crown by my sister, there were tears in the eyes of us all.

Thank you, Kathleen.

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