Pat was an altar server this morning. One of the older ladies told me afterward that he looked like he was conversing with angels the whole time, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her it was really aliens ...
It looks like I’ll have to take Pat to the Missionaries of the Poor next Saturday. As soon as the others said we’d gone there this weekend, he asked if he could go next week since he missed it. I have to take Tom and Elen to Monroe, anyway, to work on some kid’s Eagle Scout project of resurfacing the parking lot at the Red Cross.
Pat converses with those who have gone before him and he is open to their love and conversation. He will do well with the Missionaries of the Poor. He is such an ALIEN! :o])