On a Sunday afternoon in March of 1968, when I was 11 years old, one of my aunts packed her 8 children (6 boys and 2 girls) into her station wagon and took them over to my Grandparents’ house to visit. At that time, we lived in the country and my parents’ home was next-door to my grandparents’ home.
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.