It was two months ago today that my dad went home.
I thought of him a couple of nights ago. My wife, kids, and I were gathered around our living room praying our nightly family rosary. Dad was so incredibly devoted to the rosary. I can still hear his voice as he would come to round us up each evening. “Rosary time!” It had a particular sing-song tonal quality to it.
And of course, today is St. Patrick’s Day. My father was particularly fond of his Irish heritage. I remember when I was growing up and he would go into the deli to get his morning papers after daily mass. Seemed to me that each year on St. Patrick’s Day he’d emerge from the store with a green-colored carnation pinned to his lapel.
So on this day, in honor of Patrick, in honor of Dad, and in honor of the Blessed Mother I will ask that any of you who read this offer a rosary for the souls in Purgatory. If you understood that sentence, you’ll know what to do.