There is one question I’ve been asked more frequently during the past year than any other question that’s ever been asked of me: “Are you on Facebook?” For those of you who are interested in knowing the answer, it’s… No.
I want to thank everyone who responded to my request to pray for my mom. Her heart surgery (double bypass) was successful and, although it took a couple of days to get her pain under control, she is making very good progress and should be released to go home early next week.
It happened on a Friday during the third week of August, 1975. I had loaded up my car to go off to college. At the age of 18, I was excited about the challenge that was ahead of me. I went into the house and told my mom I was leaving and she walked me to the door. I kissed her goodbye and tears started streaming down her face. She didn’t say a word. She just stood there looking into my eyes. And the tears kept on flowing.
On a Saturday night in March of 1999, at around 11:30 pm, the telephone rang. Our children were all home so my first thought was, “I wonder who that is? I hope everything’s alright.” It turned out that everything was not alright. Georgette answered the phone and it was one of my relatives. She said that my cousin Harry LaHood was in the hospital and it didn’t look like he was going to make it.
Last week one of our adorers asked me if I would pray for a friend of hers who was admitted to St. Francis Medical Center after being diagnosed with pneumonia and the H1N1 flu virus. I told her to tell her friend that I would offer up a holy hour in the Adoration Chapel for a speedy recovery. After I started praying, my first thought was (as usual) a question: “What saint is best qualified to intercede with our Lord on her behalf?”
When I got home from school I proudly announced to my mom that I was only one of two students in class who knew the mysteries of the Rosary. I expected her to congratulate me, but instead she was upset and expressed disbelief that none of the other students knew the mysteries.