The emotional floodgates really opened for me when we spontaneously began the rosary in Konkani while awaiting our fate outside the Anjuna police station (after being rounded up and shoved into police vans even BEFORE any of us had even gathered or begun protesting).
It suddenly struck me that the last time I had said three Hail Marys was with my mum the night of 5 November when news broke that Fr. Bismarque Dias had gone missing, and I told mum to pray with me that he would come to no harm. And now we were saying five decades for him, almost three weeks after his death (a horrible death by torture), and the tears just wouldn’t stop. We grieve you and miss you so much, Fr. Bismarque. But all our tears cannot bring you back.