Wish we could send one to all! :)
18 hours ago
For those who never met him, I’d like to share a bit of who he was. Dad was born to Irish immigrants, Katie and Neal, who both grew up in one-room stone cottages with dirt floors on the often harsh coast of Northern Ireland. Neither of them attended school after they were 16. My dad always had a strong sense of patriotism to this country that allowed his parents to move to Chicago, find good jobs, own a home, go back to Ireland occasionally, and send their children to college. In high school, dad was captain of the Calumet High School football team in Chicago and editor of the school paper. He never stopped loving sports or writing. Dad served as an officer in the Navy, (playing football for a short time at Notre Dame while he was in Officers Training) and after his service in the Pacific and in Navy intelligence after the war, attended Northwestern University where he received his bachelors and masters degrees in hospital administration. In 1958, he opened a hospital in Chicago where he served as Administrator until his retirement. For 15 years after retirement, he served as President and Chairman of a Foundation that awarded scholarships and grants to those in volunteer service and ministry.He had a wonderful Irish sense of humor, was remarkably generous, and dedicated to his family and community. But what defined him most was his faith. God’s presence was the core reality of his life. And the presence of God within each person he met and the responsibility that this fact put on him, to reach out to others in whatever ways he could, was the guiding principle of his life. He lived a life with intention and integrity.In the last two years, as I saw much of my dad’s exterior drive and competence dwindle, I was touched to see the core of compassion and service that were at his heart. He lived 90 full years and his body was worn out, so I wouldn’t have wanted to hold him here one day longer. But our whole family will miss his presence in our lives.