I have often written about loneliness over the years. I once had a conversation with my good friend, Father Frank McFarland, and he told me of all the letters he had received from people talking about being lonely. They talked about how hurt they were and spoke of a pain that was difficult to alleviate. I thought about that conversation a great deal, and that is why I began to write about the subject.
When I was a young boy, I always enjoyed going to visit my grandmother. She was such a joy to be around. All of the grandchildren called her “Mom,” and she would greet us with a big smile and hug and always made us feel special.
This is a blog to anyone who ever wore a snow suit!
When I was young, I was always super excited when the forecast called for a snow storm. As the first flakes began to fall, I would wander into my backyard, lay flat on my back on the ground, and have the snow fall on top of me, hoping it would cover me totally. Of course, this never lasted long, as I would get cold and go back inside for the warmth.
When my kids were younger, taking them to church was a challenge. They were loud and moving about everywhere. When my children were very young, we first attended a church that had a crying room. Many of you will remember those rooms, stuffed with children who were running around as their parents chased after them and tried to control them.
I am going to make my blog very brief and to the point today. I wish you and your family a happy and blessed Thanksgiving, and may your day be filled with joy and love! God bless you all.