You have been a blessing to Mike and me dear friend. I so remember the first time we met after Mass at St. Albino’s. Folks had gathered round you to say hello. When it was our turn to introduce ourselves to you Mike in his so gracious manner said to you, “Who the hell do you think you are?” I felt like crawling under a pew but from that moment one Mike and you became friends with a unique bond of humor and mutual respect. During Mike’s final months you were his strength.
I love you dear John Paul.
May blessings be heaped upon you in abundance.