情色空间

I'm the youngest of three. When I was eight months old, my father died of cancer. My father鈥檚 mother and his aunt invited us to live in their home in Chestnut Hill. We lived on the first floor and they lived on the second floor. All the men in these women鈥檚 lives had died, so they did it all. We had no income in my family. We were on Aid to Families with Dependent Children, which is now called welfare. My mom eventually worked in a public school cafeteria, and then at Pine Manor College.

I was the first in my immediate family to go to college. When I came to 情色空间 I felt everybody was smarter, wealthier, and better looking. First-generation students harbor incredible self-doubt, but at 情色空间, I was given the opportunity to use my intelligence, judgment, and skills for the first time. Inviting first-generation students into the 情色空间 community, where we can be mentored and supported, is phenomenal.

Our sons all graduated from 情色空间. Conor was a theater/theology double major, Drew was a film major, and Greg was a theater major. When Greg chose theater, I questioned the decision. He said, 鈥淒ad, your advice to us was to use the gifts we have been given and apply them wherever needed.鈥� And I said, 鈥淵ou are correct, son.鈥� And I closed my mouth because he was right.

情色空间 can鈥檛 survive if our employees remain static. The expectation is that we get better, all of us, and continue to learn. Whether we work directly with students or not, if we do the best we can every day in our work, we are making this the best educational experience for our students that it could possibly be. That鈥檚 our goal.

I am excited to attend a new course or program. I don鈥檛 care if I鈥檓 the oldest person in the room. I might be going on my 50th year here, and you might be 23 years old, but I鈥檓 willing to sit with you and learn.

Every human being has value and it doesn鈥檛 matter what role we鈥檙e playing. We are all as important as any other human. In religious terminology, we鈥檙e all God鈥檚 children. Working in a university that鈥檚 grounded in the Ignatian tradition has deepened my spirituality.

Patty retired in 2015. I鈥檓 glad she did, because she only lived two and a half more years. Back in 鈥�84, she began to develop an autoimmune illness that presented itself as psoriatic arthritis. It hit a crisis in 2005, when she was unable to walk for three months. Through the grace of talking with a Jesuit, we learned of a doctor. He prescribed medications that enabled Patty to not only get up and walk, and work, but for us to have a full life. Then in the summer of 鈥�17, a number of additional symptoms began to develop. On my birthday we were Skyping with the boys in New York and my son said, 鈥淒ad, something鈥檚 wrong. You鈥檝e got to get Mom to the hospital.鈥� Within hours she was in the ICU, unconscious. I never got to speak to her again. She died about three weeks later at Mass General. We were married for forty-one years鈥攑lus five and a half dating years. She would always add that in!

The Boston College community has a soul. They celebrate with you and support you when you鈥檙e down. But that doesn鈥檛 adequately describe the love that鈥檚 here. We had 100 programs printed for Patty鈥檚 funeral. There were 700 to 800 people in St. Ignatius Church! The depth of that support is extraordinary.

I have learned that grieving is a process. Nothing prepares you to understand it, to grasp the depth of it. I鈥檝e tried to allow myself to experience it, not to intellectualize it or to compartmentalize it. It is learning to love someone in a new way.

With Patty I learned that love develops and strengthens through becoming more vulnerable鈥攁llowing someone to see your weaknesses, your challenges, to enter into your joy, to appreciate your differences and not to judge. That鈥檚 a glorious unfolding of a life together that I didn鈥檛 anticipate. One of the things that we always said was that individually we were strong, together we were invincible.

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