My niece asked for our favorite moments of the Holy Father's visit - this is what I wrote to her on her Facebook post: When he went unscripted speaking to the families he was so eloquent, so filled with love for the people. He should have been exhausted and totally rundown after 10 days of a schedule a young person would find difficult. Instead he looked rejuvinated, full of energy. He showed he understands family dynamics, about arguments (plates thrown) family relations (mother-in-law) - the things that happen in a family. However, this is my favorite: "Sometimes, at home, I see some of my collaborators who come into work with dark circles under their eyes. They have a baby who is a month old, or two moths old, and I ask them, "You didn’t sleep?" "Oh no, he cried all night long." In families, there are difficulties, but these difficulties are overcome with love. Hate doesn’t overcome any difficulty. Division of hearts doesn’t overcome any difficulty. Only love is capable of overcoming difficulties. Love is a festival. Love is joy. Love is to keep moving forward."
All through my Mom's life she made friends. When working at St. Mary Cathedral the teachers all came to her office for advice and relief from the tensions of teaching. Over the years, towards the end of the school, she became very close with a few of the women who would work with her until the school closed. They were much younger than my Mom, but friendship knows no age.
Barb Geary was the last Principal of the grade school.
Suzanne Robinson was a social worker
Velma Breidinger ran the learning center
Bette Jo taught fourth grade
There were many, many Friday nights at the Shea home. Over the years, they became very good friends.
I am writing the book, New Beginnings, and I have a chance to have the grade school be a part of the book. In all the other books the high school has been featured. Now, I wanted my Mom to be a part of a book and I wanted to honor these women for being such pillars of the school and such good friends to my Mom.
I wrote to them asking if I could include them in the book. The notes I received with their permission made me cry. I am so thankful they are still a part of my life.
We had such a nice time at Huron House. The weather was a little more crisp than usual becuase it was a week later with Labor Day being so late this year.
On Saturday the wind was blowing so hard that we even moved off the Sunrise Room deck to the table and chairs in front of our front door to block the wind. That is where this picture was taken.
A little hazy, but still good! (The photo and the couple!)
We ate at Topsider and Bikini's - both in the old Holiday Inn - on Friday and Saturday. OK, but not Pier 23.
We watched some of the triathalon. Four people with hypothermia with one first responder. They couldn't stop shaking after the swim portion. One girl so disappointed she couldn't stop crying. We decided to take off when most of the bikers had returned and were off on their run.
The sunrises were covered with cloud banks this year, but as you can see from the post below they were still beautiful. Can't say enough about how much we love the Huron House.
And certainly can't say enough about how much I love my Paco.
We had a great time. Mary Ann was in Saginaw from Arizona. Joe from Massachusetts. Carla was in town from downstate. Tom from Flushing. Noreen and Tom from West Branch. Kathleen from Warren. The rest of us from Saginaw. Joe and Elinor took people around the restaurant showing pictures of their relatives. It was a great day.
Our friend, Jack, came over to help Pat. Our tenant's garbage disposal died. His back isn't totally healed (he says it almost is - I say not even close to being healed). Must be hard for a plumber to ask for plumbing help.
Now Jack is pulling weeds out of the gutters. We are so thankful for good friends.