In Brazil, 2

Today I looked through his bookshelf in my father's empty room, and I found this. My dear Mother, may God rest her soul, must have given this beautiful missal to him when they lived in France in the 50s. I opened the page to today's mass of Ash Wednesday. I wasn't able to go to mass today, but it's been a meaningful beginning of the penitential season. 

I'm spending much of the time in the hospital, and time and internet are both somewhat limited but will attempt to post daily. My father hasn't recognized me yet but has enjoyed hold-handing. He is not well.