Early this morning I dropped my boys off at school. “Only one week to go!” 15-year-old Joe remarked. “And then I start my driver’s training.” As we pulled up to the entrance, my eyes were drawn to a girl on the sidewalk. In most every way, she looked like the other female students—standard white polo, navy skirt—but in one distinct way, she was very different.
She was bald, for the most part, with only a few blond strands framing her pretty face.
“Oh my gosh,” I said. “She must have cancer.” My sons murmured something in return and I turned to face my oldest directly. “Do you ever talk to her?” I asked him.
“No,” he replied. “I don’t really know her.”
“Well,” I said, “that young lady has a tough row to hoe. If you boys catch her eye today, give her a nice smile. I mean it! You’re handsome when you smile. It warms the heart.”
“Offer it up for Grandpa,” I added, and with those last five words, I started to cry.
You see, we got the news yesterday that my dad has cancer. We don’t know very much at this point, only that the results from a biopsied lump came back positive. He will be seeing several doctors today and our family will go on from there…one day a time.
Will you please pray for my father, George? He has been a faithful servant all his life—so cheerful, so kind, so very hardworking—and he’s been the very best husband, dad & grandpa ever. As a Catholic deacon, he has baptized several of my children, and his humble & heartfelt homilies were among my favorites.
(Of course, I’m pretty biased there.)
God’s strength to pilot me.God’s might to uphold me.God’s wisdom to guide me.
God’s eye to see before me.
— From The Lorica of St. Patrick
Ss. Patrick and Peregrine, pray for us.
Ss. George and Edward, pray for us.
St. Joseph, pray for us.