It is hard to believe but today is the 48th anniversary of my Dad’s death. He was on vacation with Mom, Maggie, and Maureen and died in a restaurant in Passagoula, Mississippi. He was 48 years old. RIP
I had the 8:00am Mass this morning and prayed for my family. The first reading was Paul to the Thessalonians and he spoke of how their faith and love sustained him. I relected on how family (blood and/or faith) do sustain us and I asked the parishioners to pray for all those who have done that for us in our lives.
I then went over to Sibley hospital to see how Theresa came through her surgery. She was much more aware of things and said now I had to pray that they would let her go home. I tried to call Nancy, another of my Communion calls but there was no answer so I left a message. When I got back to the center, I tried to contact Gerry Hudder and see how he is doing with his cancer treatment. Again, no answer. I called his daughter, Jennifer, who lives in Manassas but is a teacher, so I left her a message also. It rained on and off all day, so I made a number of phone calls and sent a lot of emails. I just learned that Marie Wallace, a St. Camillus friend is in a rehab nearby so I’ll stop to see her tomorrow. I have the 11am Mass tomorrow and again, I’ll try to get some visits in between the rain storms from the West and the start of the hurrican from the East.
I’ll spend the evening here at the rectory – do some reading, work on genealogy, and watch some TV and go to bed early. Until the ‘morrow
The gospel from today speaks of not knowing when the hour will come. Seems oddly coincidental considering the ominous change in the track of the coming hurricane. Please pray for us here in southern MD.
I’m taking off tomorrow (Friday) so maybe we can talk…