Today I am going to be brief. I was listening to some music this morning that brought back some deep memories. The famous Irish poet and musical performer Paul Hewson--better known to the world as "Bono"--has something in common with me. We both have four daughters. The song he wrote for one of his daughters somehow touched me in the days four years ago when Josefina was in the hospital, and I used to sing it to her. Some of you may be familiar with "Original of the Species." At one point he sings:
I'll give you everything that you want
except the thing that you want....
What this meant to me was that I was willing to give her everything to help prepare her heart for the One Thing that I could not give her, which was (and remains) something beyond even her health: it is the Mystery that her heart is made for, God. He is the "thing," the Reality, the Glory, the Beauty that everyone wants.