Our senior service tech has lost his 44 year old daughter. She was what is euphemistically called “Special needs”. She had a heart the size of a mountain, but the other night it gave out on her, and she went before the sunrise.

Her father is, of course, beside himself. The whole family are gentle and decent people. The Ogwife said a rosary for them the other night and we will have masses said for her in perpetuity. Wake is sunday, keep a happy thought. I can think of nothing more horrid than to be preceeded in death by one’s child.