Bishop Joseph Delany was a nice guy. I'm going to miss him. I remember when I first met him. There was a Diocesan new employee orientation, so all the new Youth Ministers, Catholic school teachers and such showed up. He walked in and I expected him to say a few words, maybe to pray, and then leave and go to "bishop stuff," whatever that is. He said a few words, and then asked us to open up our orientation packets, where he started leading us through the workshop. He never handed it off to anyone. He ended by asking if we had any questions. The only one I could think of was "Do you know how intimidating it is to have a Bishop ask you if you have any questions?" He still remembered me, would call me by name when he saw me. "Hullo Bull, how are you?" He was never a softie but he was never cold. I'm gonna miss him.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Dang, I haven't done anything for my Mom this week. No $$ in the bank, so I guess she'll get a call. My wife was kind enough to show me what I got for her. It came in the mail with all the jewelry that she sells. Easy enough, that. My five year-old did make her a killer necklace out of twine and cut up straws. She's an artistic one, that five year-old. Love you, Mom. Love you, mother of our kids.