I have sometimes, I think, referred to my “adopted” daughter — the quotes because she isn’t legally adopted, but I treat her as my second daughter for all sorts of reasons: difficult parents, occasional bad health and so on.
It all started when she went on our last great overseas adventure, the “Great Catholic Trip” wherein we visited several of Europe’s great cathedrals, basically as an excuse to go to Vienna (Stephansdom), Rome (Vatican) and Paris (Notre Dame v.1). Here are a couple of pictures of the family in those cities — Lily is the short redhead:
Heidelberg (our start-off city)
Paris
Rome
Paris
Since then (over a dozen years ago), Lily has been as close as a daughter can be without actually being one. She found the guy of her dreams (a mechanical engineer, gawd help us), and they set about building their lives together: working hard, building careers, saving money, buying a little house and so on.
Let me say that in the past three months, all that has come crashing down, leaving her and David in a deep pit.
Read all about it here, and please help her if you can. Her needs are modest, but critical.
I would regard it as a personal favor from my Loyal Readers.
Having recently experienced an episode of severe lower back pain, I have some idea of what Lily is going through. Donation sent, along with my wishes for a speedy recovery from the surgery.
Donation sent. In my prayers…….
Done.
May God bless you and yours abundantly.