The year was 1988. Georgette and I had four children – Harry, 7; Anna, 5; Maria, 4; and Laura, 1. During the last week in May, I told my three older children that if the weather cooperated, we were going to plant a garden on Saturday. When I told them, they all got excited and started looking forward to the adventure.
If you pay any attention to the news, you know about the attempted murder last Saturday of Gabrielle Giffords, a congresswoman from Arizona. Just in case you’re not up to speed on the details of the incident, I’ll give you a brief summary of what happened, and then a few of my own thoughts and observations that I haven’t seen expressed by anyone else.
On a Friday night about eight years ago, I got myself into an argument with one of my college age children (“the college student”). The argument centered around a certain movie that I thought was morally objectionable. At one point, the college student blurted out: “Dad, most Catholics would not agree with you about this movie. You’re too extreme when comes to things like this. I can only think of two other people who would agree with you: grandmother (my mom) and Aunt Patty.”
I was able to bring Georgette home from St. Mary’s hospital last Monday (June 21). The trip took about 7 ½ hours. In order to keep her blood from clotting, we had to stop every 90 minutes so she could get out of the car and walk around. All things considered, she is doing very well. She’s not allowed to drive for 4 weeks and is forbidden from lifting anything heavier than a gallon of milk for 6 weeks.
Last week I told you about the heart surgery that was scheduled for Georgette. Thanks to the prayers from an army of Christians, the surgery was successful and she is slowly recovering. The surgery was performed at St. Mary’s Hospital in Rochester, Minnesota, by Dr. Hartzell Schaff, a heart surgeon who is considered by many to be the top surgeon in the world for the type of heart surgery Georgette needed to have.
There’s something that’s been going on for awhile that’s really starting to irritate me. The more I see it, the more irritated I get. I don’t remember when it started, but it’s been going on for a least at few years now.