I wish I knew a prayer...

Yesterday one of my employee's, A.E., received an urgent call from her sister. She had been in the middle of doing some paperwork and as soon as she got off the phone, she dropped her stuff on the floor and said that she had to go home. I knew that the news must have been about her Mom. By the time I got to her, she was crying so hard that I was afraid she was going to pass out - she is Asthmatic and has some other kind of lung disease. I was trying to comfort her and ask her if her Mom had passed away. She said that her sister told her that she needed to come home, immediately. A.E's Mom has been really ill over the last month or so and they had only given her 2 months to live. I was hoping that her Mom was not gone, so that A.E. would have a chance to say her final goodbye. Trying to calm her down was not working at all and by the time she walked to her car, she was almost hysterical. I told her to stay right there and I would drive her to her sister's house. I certainly didn't think that it would be safe for her to be on the road in her condition. Initially, she was saying that she would be ok, but finally she accepted my offer. I ran in the office, grabbed my stuff and ran back to my car. On the way there, I tried to comfort her as best I could, but I really didn't know what to say. Aside from checking to make sure that she had enough air and trying to keep her talking, I felt pretty useless. I was searching for something, anything, comforting to say and the best that I could up with was some gibberish about me not wanting to run over people while I was racing her home to be with her family. I did get a half a laugh out of her. - I know it's not much, but sometimes it helps. At the same time, I was wishing that I new a prayer that I could pray with/for her. Something that would comfort her or give her strength to deal with whatever she was about to face. I had nothing... No words of wisdom, no psalms - only quick wit, which is so obviously useless in the situation at hand. When we arrived at the house her sister came out crying and stated "at least she's not in pain anymore..." I made sure A.E. had all of her stuff, hugged them both and then I was on my way back to the office as if nothing happened. On the way back, I was thinking how pitiful it is that I don't know one single prayer. I mean, I do know one that starts out "God is great. God is good....", somehow I just don't think that that one would have worked. How sad. I went to private Catholic school from k-12 and what do I have to show for it?? How did I side-step religion for all those years?? My Mom has never been big on church and truth be told, if I hadn't gone to church in school, I would have rarely, if ever, gone. I don't attend church now and feel little need to. Don't get me wrong, every once in a while I will go to church with friends who have invited me, but I'm not above declining and I have on several occasions. I think I will see that my future children go to church on a somewhat regular basis... even if I have to send them with someone else. I want them to have the foundation that I missed out on.