Saturday, May 29, 2004

I’m Getting Old

by Steve Ray on May 29, 2004

When your third grandchild is born and the fourth is on the way it seems your joints start to ache a bit more and bedtime keeps getting earlier. Ah, just kidding. I still feel like I'm 18 years old. But, one half hour ago my third grandchild, and my first granddaughter was born to my son Jesse and his wife Anna in Ann Arbor Michigan. She weighed in at 6 lbs. 12 oz. with lots of dark hair and is named Maria Faustina Ray. We are hoping to have her baptized this Sunday, Pentecost, 10 years after our family joined the Catholic Church. She could then join the ranks of the faithful on the same feast day, only ten years later.

Yesterday our company lost our largest account. It will be very painful. My son and part owner of our business, after hearing of the loss, at the same time the baby was born, said, “You know dad, the Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord!”

It is hard to pass the faith on to the next generation (unlike me, God has no grandchildren) and it is marvelous to see your children filled with faith in our Lord and love for his Church — and ready to pass that faith on to my grandchildren who will pass it on again to theirs, long after I've become worm food — but, only until the day of resurrection when in my flesh I will see God — along with all my children, grandchildren, great grandchildren . . .

Wipe the tears Steve! Geez, sure is easy to get emotional about family. Whew! For a bunch of pictures, click here.