Peggi and I went to our first yoga class in a month. It has been busy. The Yacht Club, overlooking the lake at the mouth of the river, is the perfect setting in any season and Jeffery, who ad-libs his classes, decided to do a restorative class. Man, did that hit the spot.
We took my mom up to see Leo today. They had been apart for the last week and their reunion was really sweet. Not a dry eye in the house. They held hands for a few hours.
Peggi spotted Father Donnelly outside the door to my mom’s apartment and we asked him if he could stop up and see my dad. My parents left the church in the late sixties, back when they turned the altar around and dropped the ancient Latin nonsense. My parents left because those meager Vatican II changes were not nearly enough. They started their own inter-denominational church called the Servant of God Community and when that fizzled they looked to nature.
My father remains a Thomas Merton, small “c” catholic and there is a newspaper with the pope’s picture on it on my dad’s drawing table at this moment so he is optimistic. As my mom left he told her they would be together some day.
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You’re a good soul, P-Doddy, a true mensch.
Not a dry eye.