Monsignor DeBlanc.
I was Monsignor's angel. As I'm sure you were. And you. And you. Having never attended Catholic School, my contact with Monsignor was limited to CCD and church. He made us all feel so special and loved.
When I was in third grade, Monsignor held an essay contest. I can't remember the theme. The prize I remember fondly: a dinner with Monsignor. I'm sure that prize only appealed to one 8 year old - me. There was something so magical about the chance to visit with Monsignor in his home and break bread with him. I would love to read what I wrote. I was probably the only one to turn in my essay, as to why mine was chosen. Beside what was on the menu, fried chicken and spaghetti, most details are fuzzy. However, it's impact was huge.
A millions years after that dinner, ok, twenty years later, I was standing in my friend's kitchen, reading a magnet which Monsignor published that had his top ten "rules" for living. One sticks with me. "Be the friend that brings tartar sauce when going fishing". I just love that rule. Naturally, I'm not terribly optimistic, I'm more reality focused. So I try to remember this at all times, especially those times that present me with a challenge. Bring the sauce, Kaela.
What a holy man Monsignor DeBlanc was. How blessed we are to have known him and to have had the chance to be enveloped by his love.
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