... things can change so rapidly.
My dad's cancer has spread to his liver and bones. The prognosis is not really very good. (How this remained undectected all this while is a mystery!) I found this out just after our van had a flat tire this morning off I-95 (on our way to the conference mentioned below in CT. Let me tell you changing a tire on a narrow shoulder in 30s/40s temps is not fun!) in New York, when I saw that my brother had called. Dad was admitted to the hospital over the weekend, and I knew that something was up so I was prepared to hear bad news, or as prepared as one can be.
Right now I'm at R's place in Queens, and I'm booked to fly out on Delta's nonstop to Bombay tonight from JFK, leaving 9:20 pm, arriving in Bombay tomorrow night at 10:10 pm and then the early morning flight to Baroda Wednesday morning. I need to be with my father and my family.
How this affects my formation will depend on how long I'm away, and how things develop. All that is unclear right now. The Paulists are being splendidly supportive, of which I am immensely grateful.
I'm so glad that as I packed my bags yetserday, something prompted me to throw my passport in the suitcase.
I've talked to some of you on the phone ... and some will get an email. I really appreciate the outpouring of prayer and support I've felt. Keep it coming y'all.
"I can do all things through Him who strengthens me."