The most astounding time was when Paul VI died and John Paul I became Pope. We were living in Tallahassee at the time, and it was before we had kids, so I was working. I remember, about a month after JPI became Pope, I came in to work, having picked up the newspaper at the front door on the way in. I opened it and saw the headline "Pope Dies". I thought someone had left an old newspaper for us! I was stunned when I realized that it was JPI! I was even MORE stunned a couple of weeks later when I heard the name of the new Pope, and he wasn't an Italian!
We've been so blessed by God with this Pope, but when he goes home, I know God will send the man we need for these tough times.
I don't remember when John Paul II became Pope - I was too little, and also my parents weren't Catholic. I can't imagine what it'll feel like for the days or weeks that we have no Pope. And if we're on the road during that time...well, it's just an odd feeling.
I'll be watching the news on here. I brought tunes today 'cause I couldn't stand the thought of listening to Glenn Beck this morning. I know he'll be talking about Terri Schiavo.
And I think it's just time to let her rest. Then we rest and regroup and start kicking out some of these activist judges.