I’m returning home in four days and I can’t wait. But first we needed to celebrate Aunt Judy’s 60th birthday.
Aunt Judy is a big reason why I’ve had such a wonderful experience in New York. She gave me a place to live for a little while. She also played a very influential part in helping me to return to my faith by practically dragging me to daily Mass. She’s had a tough life, losing two children, one to leukemia, the other in a tragic car accident. But she’s never lost her belief in God. She’s just a great spirit and I’m so happy that I got to spend this past year with her.
Along with my Uncle John, I helped put together a small dinner party for her at The Fifth Season in Port Jefferson. Uncle Dick and his wife, Uncle Eddie and his wife, Aunt Kathy and Uncle Warren, and my cousins Kat and Drew, Mike and Kristin and Robert were all in attendance. It was a really nice event and it allowed me to say goodbye to everyone without a lot of fuss. I was going to give a second toast to thank everyone for their hospitality, but I wanted to keep the focus on Aunt Judy. If I had thanked everyone, I would have said that because of my family, I learned again what it meant to be a Holohan, a Zannetti, and a Bennett. And most importantly, I learned what it means to be a Schorsch. With faith and family restored, I think I’m ready to go home.