I was just 10 years old when he arrived - amazing! Born and raised a Catholic in Liverpool, England - the largest Catholic community in England. I received a wonderful Catholic education and knew little of the Pope until he came amongst us. He captured all our hearts and curiousity as he landed in each new land and kissed the ground - such respect for everyone! We could not help but fall in love with one so genuine. The fall was quick, but the romance was long and still goes on. Our eyes nor ears shall never grace the likes again. I feel so blessed, so happy, yet so sad.
I remeber in May of 1982 when he arrived in Liverpool. The weather was exceptionally hot and he was running late. The crowd patient, happy and singing, the atmosphere calm, beautiful and peaceful. I fainted. They took me to an ambulance. I heard the crowd stir and no matter how weak I was I made my way to the front and as he passed I received his blessing. Hope Street was the name of the road in Liverpool, yet it was always the road he travelled.
Throughout my youth his picture remained on the wall at the end of my bed. His was the first face I saw each morning and the last each night. And although various pop and movies stars came and went, his always remained. Now I am a mother of four boys who also look upon this picture. I will take this picture with me when I pass and my one wish is that if I am good and true to God, his face will be the one that greets me at the gates of heaven.
I love you Holy Father and will never forget you, your words, your love and if one of my sons should wish to follow you path -
I will carry them in your honor. Good night and God bless you sweet and precious man.