"Boyo, I love you!"
Hello everyone. I hope you are well and keeping safe. Thanks for your patience with registering for Masses. It appears the 10AM today "is sold out!" We might have to go back to our regular schedule or even add a Mass because of the physical distancing. (By the way,I enjoyed it when someone said to me, "Stop saying 'social' distancing. Say 'physical' distancing. We need to keep together socially!") I will keep you posted.
Happy Father's Day! Many blessings to you and to our deceased fathers. My dad, Paddy Lynch came from Castlegregory, County Kerry in Ireland. He met my mom here in New York and the rest is history- seven sons later and white hair by the time he was 35!
He grew up along the ocean and could eat fish for breakfast, lunch and dinner! He loved to gross me out by eating every scrap of the fish on his plate, I mean eyeballs and all! It is probably why I don't eat fish to this day!
Unlike so many of my friends and their dads, my father said something so regularly to us that it has stayed with my brothers and me all of our lives. Here this big, strong Irishman breaking the mold by saying to each of us so often, "Boyo, I love you!"
My dad died a few months after my ordination to the priesthood in November of 1992. He always said he would be present at the Cathedral for the Mass, and even though he was so sick from cancer, somehow he got his wish. Cardinal O'Connor asked at one point in the ceremony for parents to stand so we could thank them publicly Afterwards, looking at my dad in a wheelchair, the Cardinal asked everyone to give my father a round of applause. My father's eyes welled with tears to hear his name called out by the archbishop of New York, mine did as well!
God bless you Dad! I won't ever forget you! And now a funny quote from Mark Twain:
"When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant. I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in 7 years!"
on Sunday, June 21 at 9:41AM