My father’s name was Joseph. He was a devout Catholic, a man, a leader, an entrepeneur, a conservative, a man of multiple talents and he understood what a gift life and family is. He knew that there was no shame when a man’s eye filled with tears of joy to be around those they love. He passed away nine years ago and his funeral was on St. Patrick’s Day. He was a good man. I did not know March was St. Joseph’s month. There are no mistakes.
For those non Irish types—:-)—St Patrick’s day is in March. My dear father Joseph died in March. He would have liked that I am a FReeper. Most likely would have made him smile. He suffer through my liberal days but never shied away from speaking his mind either. He was fearless and knew these libbies and college profs were filling my head with dangerous BS and let me know exactly where when it came up in conversation. He was right too. Glad he didn’t shy away.
I did not know it was his month either. I am praying to St Joseph for help in finding a honest family to move into my home.