and now am old; yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, or his children begging for bread."
Psalm 37
It's so great to page down through these and see all of this young life in the family!
So as a way of providing a little generational bookend, here are a couple of shots we took down in Kentucky with Mary Alice.


We had a terrific visit, she was an absolute delight. John and TJ really had fun visiting, and were pretty amazed at how many details she knew about what they were doing..."Now TJ, you're going in to high school now at St. Theodore Guerin, and John, you're still at Our Lady of Mt Carmel in the seventh grade, isn't that right?"...
She was waiting for us in the sitting room, and we talked there for a while, and the she wanted to walk us down to the chapel so we could see that. This was where she took her final vows, about 70 years ago.

She remembered that day very well and said that as they were processing in, Dick got loose from his mother and was running around in between all the sisters, asking, "have you seen Mary Alice?" causing more than a little giggling among those about to take vows. She thinks Dick got in some trouble for that one..
She loved to hear about the boys, especially about school (imagine that!). John asked a lot about her teaching days, and she told us about a time she was monitoring detention hour after school once on a snowy Colorado day. She came in to the room and directed them all to seats, then she sat down herself to do some work. Detention was supposed to be quiet, but one boy came to her and said, "Sister, I don't think I should be here." Mary Alice told him kindly but firmly to sit down and be quiet, and that the time would pass quickly. He started to protest more, but a stern look from our beloved aunt made him sit. Near the end of the hour, he came up again and said, "Sister, I really don't think I should be in here." Mary Alice sort of sighed, and said, "Well I'm sure your teacher had a good reason for sending you here...what exactly did you do in class?" He said, "That's what I mean, Sister... I'm not even a student here. I just came in for a minute to get warm."
Oh well...even the best of teachers make a mistake now and then. She still gets a laugh out of that one.
Her mind is as sharp as ever, and the others there seem to love her dearly. The hallway was full of smiles as she scooted her walker slowly to the chapel with my boys at her side. It's hard not to be taken by her...I had visited her a few weeks prior with some friends of mine (we were on retreat at a monastery a few miles away) and they still ask about her. She is quite a remarkable woman.
She is pretty frail, and sometimes has trouble breathing. Her vision is just about completely gone, and her hearing is just so-so. She can get around okay with her walker, it's just slow and it tires her out. She mostly stays in her room, listens to books on tape, and goes down to Mass. She loves the Blessed Sacrament Chapel they have there, and she sits and prays for all of us. I'm not sure if I am describing this well...but it was such a pleasure to spend time with her. It's sort of hard to put in words. When we sat with her, we seemed to be in the presence of Joy...in its finest and fullest sense. She doesn't have any of what the world tends to think of as "quality of life"...and yet she is joyful. She smiled the whole time we were there, and the staff told me what a real pleasure she was to have around. "Sister Mary is such a delight to have here...Sister Mary is a like a bouquet of fresh flowers to us...Sister Mary is so full of sweetness and light..."
I guess it sort of reminded me that a life given to God is returned in abundance, and that His life gives us cause for joy even in difficult times. I was glad to be reminded of what a gift she is to our family.
God Bless you, Mary Alice...
"And Mary said, 'My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior; for He has regarded the low estate of His handmaiden.'" (Luke 1:46-47)