It's Monday and I sit in my hotel room 4.5 hours from home thinking about family and how important loving families are to the "whole" child.
I had the pleasure of eating dinner with my mom, dad, aunt Nettie, and brother Tom and I was reminded of how special these connections are to me and how short life really is.
My mother gave me a small gift while I was there. Something that was gifted to her by her brother 48 years ago. A rosary blessed by the Pope in Rome in 1959 during the war. I will cherish it all of my days.
It makes me sad to think about all our children in our schools and community who will never know the kind of love and commitment such a simple gift holds.
