Editor’s Note: I am grateful to Mrs. Laura Riccardi for the following testimony on the passing of her beloved husband, Len, who was a casualty not of Covid itself, but of the reckless and mandatory Covid protocol. Because of this protocol, not a few lives were violently changed forever as many never got to move on from Covid.
Laura Riccardi is one for whom Covid is a nightmare that never ended.
I asked Laura if I could share her story for two reasons: 1) to ask Remnant readers to pray for the repose of the soul of one of our brothers in Christ, Len Riccardi, and 2) to ask Remnant readers to resolve right now to never forget the tyrannical governmental abuse of so many good people during Covid. The politicians are to blame for this, yes, but what about the bishops? Why did so many shepherds stand by while wolves locked down the sheep and watched them die?
Let us never forget the casualties of this evil war on humanity. The good men who died must not die in vain.
And after they had given their blessing to a Globalist reign of terror that left so many lives in ruin, why did those same bishops ruthlessly take away our greatest spiritual consolation – the Latin Mass? Why are so many Catholic bishops carrying water for Christophobic revolutionaries?
Whether or not these questions are ever answered to our satisfaction, the days of trusting these political hirelings in mitres are over.
Please share Laura Riccardi’s story with your friends and family. Ask them to never forget, not because we don’t forgive the shepherds, we do forgive them. But natural justice demands that we never let this happen again. The good men who died must not die in vain.
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May their souls and all the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace. Amen. -MJM
Dear Mr. Matt,
I have been enjoying The Remnant newspaper for some time now and relish the truly Catholic perspective offered by you and your contributors on so many issues of the day. I am grateful to God to be joining you for this year’s Catholic Identity Conference. I have summoned up the courage to “go it alone” as I have been widowed these past three years.
My beloved 56-year-old husband was the victim of deadly hospital protocol which deemed that an effective remedy for Covid included dehydrating a man and depriving him of all nutrition for six days, despite his pleading for IV fluids, not to mention overdosing him on steroids according the admission of an ICU physician tending to him after it was too late. I can’t help but feel that the treatment he received had to do with our unvaccinated status.
This happened in a Catholic hospital. Yes, a Catholic hospital where I was employed for three years before I resigned due to the vaccine mandates (I should say de facto mandate due to the shaming emails and town hall sessions that we unvaccinated population had to endure to pressure us into submission) in addition to other discriminatory policies toward the unvaccinated.
My husband was as strong as the day I married him when he and I walked into the ER from the hospital parking lot in order for him to receive a little supplemental oxygen on day ten of Covid, as per our dear family physician’s advice. I believe all would have been well had that been all that was done, for my husband had no underlying health conditions, was very athletic, and passed every physical of his life with flying colors. Instead, my dearest spouse of 30 years and my four grown children and I lived through an agonizing nightmare for 21 days as we were denied being with our loved one when he needed us most.
There seems to be a darkening of the intellect of tremendous proportions for so many people to be spiritually blinded to the point that both doctors and nurses would refuse my husband fluids and nutrition.
Mr. Matt, I am grateful for people like you who see through the madness. Come to think of it, I will not be “going it alone” when I join you for this year’s conference, for I will be surrounded by faithful, truth-seeking Catholics who believe in the authority of the Magisterial teaching of Holy Mother Church and her life-giving teachings for our sanctification and salvation.
I was granted a 40-minute audience with our bishop three months after Lenny passed away. He seemed to truly want to help, but I fear he had little authority over the powers that be: the medical oligarchs controlling our hospital systems. My Len clung to his rosaries, praying the mysteries with all his love and devotion and surrendering his suffering in union with Christ. He died alone and abandoned in a dark hospital room from December 18, 2021, until January 8, 2022, looking at the stable he custom built with his loving hands for the hospital’s Chapel altar.
Little did Len know one year before, as he spent his Thanksgiving weekend creating this beautiful stable for the hospital, that he would die looking at it on the hospital’s Channel 6 TV, in the horrific circumstances in which he found himself.
I wrote about all this in a 16-page essay that I shared with family and friends who united around my family, praying with us around the clock against these horrors. I call this writing “A Spiritual Testimony”. I would be happy to share it with you or anyone else who would like to read it.
Mr. Matt, I pray every day for souls not to be blinded by what is happening all around us.
So far, three years of trying to bring exposure to the crimes committed in hospitals has born no fruit, but with God‘s help, I continue this mission.
There seems to be a darkening of the intellect of tremendous proportions for so many people to be spiritually blinded to the point that both doctors and nurses would refuse my husband fluids and nutrition. May God have mercy on their souls. So far, three years of trying to bring exposure to the crimes committed in hospitals has born no fruit, but with God’s help, I continue this mission.
On a more positive note, I will tell you that Len and I were exposed to the Latin Mass when our two daughters attended Christendom College. I am grateful to Our Lord that Len and I started attending a beautiful Latin Mass 40 minutes away from us before he died. Doing this reunited us with some families with whom we had homeschooled many years before. This was a tremendous blessing. I continue to find consolation being with this loving community every Sunday. Nothing makes me feel closer to God and my dear Len than the transcendence of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass being celebrated as it had been offered for two thousand years.
I close this note with much gratitude to you for your kindness in reading it. And I look forward to being with “the clans” at the wonderful Catholic Identity Conference.
In Jesus and Mary,
Laura Riccardi
