Fathers of a different sort

With my dad off jetsetting this year I ended up having lunch with a few fathers of a different sort, two priests and my godfather, at the Little Sister's of the Poor nursing home. My godfather/uncle volunteers there and brought me with him to mass and lunch. One of the priests at our table in the cafeteria, Monsignor Lavin, is 92 years old and kept making me laugh so hard milk almost came out of my nose.

When an old woman walked by in a leopard print dress Monsignor said, "Maybe I should ask her if I could borrow that thing and count the spots on it when I can't sleep. Doubt I'd be able to count much past my age, though." 

He told me about my alma mater, University of St. Thomas, where he studied, taught, and served for more than 70 years. Famous for his love of peanut butter sandwiches, they still serve PB&J sammies to us St. Thomas students and call them "Lavin Burgers." It felt a little strange to be sitting at a table with Lavin himself, his personal jar of peanut butter sitting in the center of our table.

I've got my fingers crossed that if make it past 90 years old I'm still eating my favorite foods and charming the socks off of my visitors, too.

I hope all of the all fathers out there, from dads to priests to godfathers to single moms pulling double duty, had a wonderful Father's Day.