By Jennifer Sokol
I never felt drawn to God the Father, because I had such a wonderful father of my own. Dad was tall and handsome, a masterful musician and a loving husband and father.
Like every father, he had many trials, but he clung to his Catholic faith and maintained a positive outlook. He accepted his imperfections with humor, and often sighed as he prayed, “God, give me patience.”
- Written by Sokol