Thursday, October 9, 2008
103/365: Father Joe
My mother’s good friend till his death, more than 60 years. Liked my sister, didn’t like me. I was his scapegoat when we were both at the Newman Center. Despite that, he did a lot for the poor of Mexico, but at home he and I clashed whenever we were together, especially at David’s funeral. Perhaps because he reminded me so much of my father.
Posted by Bev Sykes at 12:02 AM