A month ago, my mom, Phyllis Shea, died. In the intervening time, I was astonished at the outpouring of love, prayers, sympathy, compassion, and thoughtfulness from you guys, for which I am deeply grateful and which I can never adequately repay.
I’ve been, as you might guess, a bit overwhelmed since then what with one thing and another. But I wanted to make sure that all you wonderful people, brother, sisters, fellow mourners of your own loved one, kind people who simply extended a gentle hand, saints, sinners, human beings confronted with the awful mystery of death, good hearts, decent folk and all other sorts who wrote me to console and comfort received the thanks that I owe you.
May God bless you through our Lord Jesus Christ and may each of find the grace of a happy death and a favorable judgment on That Day.
Thanks, guys! You are a great gift to me.