When our kids were young, we used to do a daily rosary. I would gather all the kids and grandkids and pray. One day I lit the candles and asked Padre Pio to join us in spirit. When we were finished and I put Our Lady’s statue away, one of our little ones asked me very sweetly, "Mom, who was that old man in the brown robe with a beard in the corner saying the rosary with us?" The boy saw nothing unusual about a strange monk praying with us.