First it was the joy of the Roman Catholic Church having a Polish Pope from the homeland of my grandparents. My grndfather was overjoyed. Then the next year he came to Chicago and he drove past me on a street in the city. The memory of actually seeing the man who would eventually change the world in so many ways makes my skin tingle. Then it was Easter Sunday in Rome in 1985, I was a college student studying in Austria and had the chance to be in the audience during a beautiful Easter Sundy Mass, a tear of happiness ran down my cheek. Thank You for the joy you brought to me and my family, my grandparents countrymen and all Catholics. I so looked up to you that my third child's middle name is Karol. A teacher at school realized he had that name and told him that it was very special. He smiled greatly.
I will miss your smile but I realize your journey is now over and you can rest. Again thank you for so many thing. God Bless