I'm still in New Orleans, where I have been spending the greater part of each day in Dad's hospital room. Today was a little different: after Mass and my Hour of Adoration, I went to Dad's office to try to locate a box of family files to help make the arrangements for my uncle's funeral. I thought I was looking for a folder, but instead it was a big file box marked in Dad's handwriting, "In caso de muerte." (Dad gets a charge out of keeping up the Spanish he learned in high school.) Dad seems a bit better today, and we had the grace of a long visit with a priest friend who prayed with us and anointed both Mom and Dad. I was there, and so were two of my sisters and my future brother-in-law, so it was a real family experience around the Church's healing ministry. I am learning a lot from all this.