{"id":55394,"date":"2023-07-28T10:28:15","date_gmt":"2023-07-28T08:28:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/?p=55394"},"modified":"2025-02-15T11:35:21","modified_gmt":"2025-02-15T09:35:21","slug":"fatima-english-14-28-723","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/?p=55394","title":{"rendered":"Fatima.English.14.28.7,23.III. ILLNESS AND DEATH OF JACINTA"},"content":{"rendered":"

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III. ILLNESS AND DEATH OF JACINTA<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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  1. Jacinta\u2019s Illness<\/em><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

    This was how Jacinta spent her days, until Our Lord sent the<\/span><\/p>\n

    influenza that confined her to bed, and her brother Francisco as<\/span><\/p>\n

    well 19. The evening before she fell sick, she said:<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cI\u2019ve a terrible headache and I\u2019m so thirsty! But I won\u2019t take a<\/span><\/p>\n

    drink, because I want to suffer for sinners.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    Apart from school or the small tasks I was given to do, I spent<\/span><\/p>\n

    every free moment with my little companions. One day, when I called<\/span><\/p>\n

    in on my way to school, Jacinta said to me:<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u00a0\u201cListen! Tell the Hidden Jesus that I like Him very much, that I<\/span><\/p>\n

    really love Him very much indeed.\u201d At other times, she said:<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cTell Jesus that I send Him my love, and long to see Him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    Whenever I visited her room first, she used to say: \u201cNow go<\/span><\/p>\n

    and see Francisco. I\u2019ll make the sacrifice of staying here alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    On another occasion, her mother brought her a cup of milk<\/span><\/p>\n

    and told her to take it. \u201cI don\u2019t want it, mother,\u201d she answered, pushing<\/span><\/p>\n

    the cup away with her little hand. My aunt insisted a little, and<\/span><\/p>\n

    then left the room, saying: \u201cI don\u2019t know how to make her take<\/span><\/p>\n

    anything; she has no appetite.\u201d As soon as we were alone, I asked<\/span><\/p>\n

    her:\u201cHow can you disobey your mother like that, and not offer this<\/span><\/p>\n

    sacrifice to Our Lord?\u201d When she heard this, she shed a few tears<\/span><\/p>\n

    which I had the happiness of drying, and said: \u201cI forgot this time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    She called her mother, asked her forgiveness, and said she\u2019d take<\/span><\/p>\n

    whatever she wanted. Her mother brought back the cup of milk,<\/span><\/p>\n

    and Jacinta drank it down without the slightest sign of repugnance.<\/span><\/p>\n

    Later, she told me:<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cIf you only knew how hard it was to drink that!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    Another time, she said to me: \u201cIt\u2019s becoming harder and harder<\/span><\/p>\n

    for me to take milk and broth, but I don\u2019t say anything. I drink it all<\/span><\/p>\n

    for love of Our Lord and of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, our dear<\/span><\/p>\n

    heavenly Mother.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    Again, I asked her: \u201cAre you better?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u201cYou know I\u2019m not getting better,\u201d she replied, and added: \u201cI\u2019ve<\/span><\/p>\n

    such pains in my chest! But I don\u2019t say anything. I\u2019m suffering for<\/span><\/p>\n

    the conversion of sinners.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    One day when I arrived, she asked: \u201cDid you make many sacrifices<\/span><\/p>\n

    today? I\u2019ve made a lot. My mother went out, and I wanted to<\/span><\/p>\n

    go and visit Francisco many times, and I didn’t go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

    \u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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    1. Visit from the Blessed Virgin<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

      \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

      Jacinta did improve somewhat, however. She was even able<\/span><\/p>\n

      to get up, and could thus spend her days sitting on Francisco\u2019s<\/span><\/p>\n

      bed. On one occasion, she sent for me to come and see her at<\/span><\/p>\n

      once. I ran right over.<\/span><\/p>\n

      \u201cOur Lady came to see us,\u201d Jacinta said. \u201cShe told us she<\/span><\/p>\n

      would come to take Francisco to heaven very soon, and she asked<\/span><\/p>\n

      me if I still wanted to convert more sinners. I said I did.<\/span><\/p>\n

      60<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

      She told me I would be going to a hospital where I would suffer<\/span><\/p>\n

      a great deal; and that I am to suffer for the conversion of sinners, in<\/span><\/p>\n

      reparation for the sins committed against the Immaculate Heart of<\/span><\/p>\n

      Mary, and for love of Jesus. I asked if you would go with me. She<\/span><\/p>\n

      said you wouldn\u2019t, and that is what I find hardest. She said my<\/span><\/p>\n

      mother would take me, and then I would have to stay there all alone!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

      After this, she was thoughtful for awhile, and then added: \u201cIf<\/span><\/p>\n

      only you could be with me! The hardest part is to go without you.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Maybe, the hospital is a big dark house, where you can\u2019t see, and<\/span><\/p>\n

      I\u2019ll be there suffering all alone! But never mind! I\u2019ll suffer for love of<\/span><\/p>\n

      Our Lord, to make reparation to the Immaculate Heart of Mary, for<\/span><\/p>\n

      the conversion of sinners and for the Holy Father.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

      When the moment arrived for her brother to go to Heaven, she<\/span><\/p>\n

      confided to him these last messages: 20 \u201cGive all my love to Our<\/span><\/p>\n

      Lord and Our Lady, and tell them that I\u2019ll suffer as much as they<\/span><\/p>\n

      want, for the conversion of sinners and in reparation to the Immaculate<\/span><\/p>\n

      Heart of Mary.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

      Jacinta suffered keenly when her brother died. She remained<\/span><\/p>\n

      a long time buried in thought, and if anyone asked her what she<\/span><\/p>\n

      was thinking about, she answered: \u201cAbout Francisco. I\u2019d give anything<\/span><\/p>\n

      to see him again!\u201d Then her eyes brimmed over with tears.<\/span><\/p>\n

      One day, I said to her: \u201cIt won\u2019t be long now till you go to heaven.<\/span><\/p>\n

      But what about me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

      \u201cYou poor thing! Don\u2019t cry! I\u2019ll pray lots and lots for you when<\/span><\/p>\n

      I\u2019m there. As for you, that\u2019s the way Our Lady wants it. If she wanted<\/span><\/p>\n

      that for me, I\u2019d gladly stay and suffer more for sinners.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

       <\/p>\n

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      1. 3<\/em><\/strong>. <\/em>In the Hospital at Our\u00e9m<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

        \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

        The day came for Jacinta to go to hospital 21 There indeed she<\/span><\/p>\n

        was to suffer a great deal. When her mother went to see her, she<\/span><\/p>\n

        asked if she wanted anything. She told her that she wanted to see<\/span><\/p>\n

          \n
        1. This was no easy matter for my aunt, but she took me with her<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

          at the first opportunity. As soon as Jacinta saw me, she joyfully<\/span><\/p>\n

          threw her arms around me, and asked her mother to leave me with<\/span><\/p>\n

          her while she went to do her shopping. Then I asked her if she was<\/span><\/p>\n

          suffering a lot.<\/span><\/p>\n

          \u201cYes, I am. But I offer everything for sinners, and in reparation<\/span><\/p>\n

          to the Immaculate Heart of Mary.\u201d Then, filled with enthusiasm,<\/span><\/p>\n

          she spoke of Our Lord and Our Lady: \u201cOh, how much I love to<\/span><\/p>\n

          suffer for love of Them, just to give Them pleasure! They greatly<\/span><\/p>\n

          love those who suffer for the conversion of sinners.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

          The time allotted for the visit passed rapidly, and my aunt arrived<\/span><\/p>\n

          to take me home. She asked Jacinta if she wanted anything.<\/span><\/p>\n

          The child begged her mother to bring me with her next time she<\/span><\/p>\n

          came to see her. So my good aunt, who loved to make her little<\/span><\/p>\n

          daughter happy, took me with her a second time. I found Jacinta as<\/span><\/p>\n

          joyful as ever, glad to suffer for the love of our Good God and of the<\/span><\/p>\n

          Immaculate Heart of Mary, for sinners and the Holy Father. That<\/span><\/p>\n

          was her ideal, and she could speak of nothing else.<\/span><\/p>\n

           <\/p>\n

          4.Return to Aljustrel<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

          \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

          She returned home to her parents for yet a while. She had a<\/span><\/p>\n

          large open wound in her chest which had to be treated every day,<\/span><\/p>\n

          but she bore this without complaint and without the least sign of<\/span><\/p>\n

          irritation. What distressed her most were the frequent visits and<\/span><\/p>\n

          questionings on the part of many people who wanted to see her,<\/span><\/p>\n

          and whom she could no longer avoid by running off to hide.<\/span><\/p>\n

          \u201c I am offering this sacrifice too, for the conversion of sinners,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

          she said resignedly. \u201cI would give anything to be able to go up to<\/span><\/p>\n

          the Cabe\u00e7o and say a Rosary there in our favourite place! But I am<\/span><\/p>\n

          not able for it any more. When you go to the Cova da Iria pray for<\/span><\/p>\n

            \n
          1. Just think, I shall never go there again!\u201d The tears streamed<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

            down her cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n

            One day my aunt made this request: \u201cAsk Jacinta what she is<\/span><\/p>\n

            thinking, when she covers her face with her hands and remains<\/span><\/p>\n

            motionless for such a long while. I\u2019ve already asked her, but she<\/span><\/p>\n

            just smiles and does not answer.\u201d I put the question to Jacinta.<\/span><\/p>\n

            \u201c I think of Our Lord,\u201d she replied, \u201cof Our Lady, of sinners, and<\/span><\/p>\n

            of… (and she mentioned certain parts of the Secret). I love to think.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            My aunt asked me how she answered. I just smiled. This led<\/span><\/p>\n

            my aunt to tell my mother what had happened. \u201cThe life of these<\/span><\/p>\n

            62<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

            children is an enigma to me,\u201d she exclaimed, \u201c I can\u2019t understand<\/span><\/p>\n

            it!\u201d And my mother added: \u201cYes, and when they are alone, they talk<\/span><\/p>\n

            nineteen to the dozen. Yet, however hard you listen, you can never<\/span><\/p>\n

            catch a single word! I just can\u2019t understand all this mystery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            \u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

            5.. Renewed Visits from the Blessed Virgin<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

            \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

            Once again, the Blessed Virgin deigned to visit Jacinta, to tell<\/span><\/p>\n

            her of new crosses and sacrifices awaiting her. She gave me the<\/span><\/p>\n

            news saying:<\/span><\/p>\n

            \u201cShe told me that I am going to Lisbon to another hospital; that<\/span><\/p>\n

            I will not see you again, nor my parents either, and after suffering a<\/span><\/p>\n

            great deal, I shall die alone. But she said I must not be afraid, since<\/span><\/p>\n

            she herself is coming to take me to heaven.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            She hugged me and wept: \u201c l will never see you again! You<\/span><\/p>\n

            won\u2019t be coming to visit me there. Oh please, pray hard for me,<\/span><\/p>\n

            because I am going to die alone!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            Jacinta suffered terribly right up until the day of her departure<\/span><\/p>\n

            for Lisbon. She kept clinging to me and sobbing: \u201c I\u2019ll never see you<\/span><\/p>\n

            again! Nor my mother, nor my brothers, nor my father! I\u2019ll never see<\/span><\/p>\n

            anybody ever again! And then, I\u2019ll die all alone!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            \u201cDon\u2019t think about it,\u201d I advised her one day.<\/span><\/p>\n

            \u201cLet me think about it,\u201d she replied, \u201cfor the more I think the<\/span><\/p>\n

            more I suffer, and I want to suffer for love of Our Lord and for sinners.<\/span><\/p>\n

            Anyway, I don\u2019t mind! Our Lady will come to me there and<\/span><\/p>\n

            take me to heaven.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            At times, she kissed and embraced a crucifix, exclaiming: \u201cO<\/span><\/p>\n

            my Jesus! I love You, and I want to suffer very much for love of You.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            How often did she say: \u201cO Jesus! Now You can convert many sinners,<\/span><\/p>\n

            because this is really a big sacrifice!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            From time to time, she asked me: \u201cAm I going to die without<\/span><\/p>\n

            receiving the Hidden Jesus? If only Our Lady would bring Him to<\/span><\/p>\n

            me, when she comes to fetch me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            One day I asked her: \u201cWhat are you going to do in Heaven?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            \u201cI\u2019m going to love Jesus very much, and the Immaculate Heart<\/span><\/p>\n

            of Mary, too. I\u2019m going to pray a lot for you, for sinners, for the Holy<\/span><\/p>\n

            Father, for my parents and my brothers and sisters, and for all the<\/span><\/p>\n

            people who have asked me to pray for them…\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            63<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

            When her mother looked sad at seeing the child so ill, Jacinta<\/span><\/p>\n

            used to say:<\/span><\/p>\n

            \u201cDon\u2019t worry, mother. I\u2019m going to Heaven, and there I\u2019ll be<\/span><\/p>\n

            praying so much for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            Or again: \u201cDon\u2019t cry. I\u2019m alright.\u201d If they asked her if she needed<\/span><\/p>\n

            anything, she answered: \u201cNo, I don\u2019t, thank you.\u201d Then when they<\/span><\/p>\n

            had left the room, she said: \u201cI\u2019m so thirsty, but I don\u2019t want to take a<\/span><\/p>\n

            drink. I\u2019m offering it to Jesus for sinners.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            One day, when my aunt had been asking me many questions,<\/span><\/p>\n

            Jacinta called me to her and said: \u201cI don\u2019t want you to tell anybody<\/span><\/p>\n

            that I\u2019m suffering, not even my mother; I do not want to upset her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            On one occasion, I found her clasping a picture of Our Lady to<\/span><\/p>\n

            her heart, and saying, \u201cO my dearest heavenly Mother, do I have to<\/span><\/p>\n

            die all alone?\u201d The poor child seemed so frightened at the thought<\/span><\/p>\n

            of dying alone! I tried to comfort her, saying: \u201cWhat does it matter if<\/span><\/p>\n

            you die alone, so long as Our Lady is coming to fetch you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            \u201cIt\u2019s true, it doesn\u2019t matter, really. I don\u2019t know why it is, but I<\/span><\/p>\n

            sometimes forget Our Lady is coming to take me. I only remember<\/span><\/p>\n

            that I\u2019ll die without having you near me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            \u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

            6.Leaving for Lisbon<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

            \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

            The day came 22 at last when she was to leave for Lisbon. It<\/span><\/p>\n

            was a heartrending farewell. For a long time, she clung to me with<\/span><\/p>\n

            her arms around my neck, and sobbed: \u201cWe shall never see each<\/span><\/p>\n

            other again! Pray a lot for me, until I go to Heaven. Then I will pray<\/span><\/p>\n

            a lot for you. Never tell the Secret to anyone, even if they kill you.<\/span><\/p>\n

            Love Jesus and the Immaculate Heart of Mary very much, and<\/span><\/p>\n

            make many sacrifices for sinners.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            From Lisbon, she sent me word that Our Lady had come to<\/span><\/p>\n

            see her there; she had told her the day and hour of her death.<\/span><\/p>\n

            Finally Jacinta reminded me to be very good.<\/span><\/p>\n

            64<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

            EPILOGUE<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

            \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

            And now, I have finished telling Your Excellency what I remember<\/span><\/p>\n

            about Jacinta\u2019s life. I ask our Good God to deign to accept<\/span><\/p>\n

            this act of obedience, that it may kindle in souls a fire of love for the<\/span><\/p>\n

            Hearts of Jesus and Mary.<\/span><\/p>\n

            I would like to ask just one favour. If Your Excellency should<\/span><\/p>\n

            publish anything 23 of what I have just written, would you do it in<\/span><\/p>\n

            such a way that no mention whatsoever is made of my poor and<\/span><\/p>\n

            miserable self. I must confess, moreover, that if it were to come to<\/span><\/p>\n

            my knowledge that Your Excellency had burnt this account, without<\/span><\/p>\n

            even reading it, I would be very glad indeed, since I wrote it solely<\/span><\/p>\n

            out of obedience to the will of our Good God, as made known to<\/span><\/p>\n

            me through the express will o<\/span>f Your Excellenc<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

            TweetIII. ILLNESS AND DEATH OF JACINTA \u00a0 Jacinta\u2019s Illness \u00a0 This was how Jacinta spent her days, until Our Lord sent the influenza that confined her to bed, and her brother Francisco as well 19. The evening before she fell sick, she said: \u201cI\u2019ve a terrible headache and I\u2019m so thirsty! But I won\u2019t take […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-55394","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-divulgacion"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55394","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=55394"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55394\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57260,"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55394\/revisions\/57260"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=55394"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=55394"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=55394"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}