Meeting someone new is difficult enough when you're young. Meeting someone after almost a 60-year relationship has to be just terrifying. They'll never share a ski trip together or a wild night in Paris. Yet, I still can't help but envy them.
The sun shone, the weather was warm and I conquered my demons. Nine months after breaking my hip, and two years after I was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease, I was delighted to learn I could still ski.
Chances are good that we will soon be acknowledging JPII as "Saint," but none of this will make much difference in how Catholics live their lives everyday. There is a more important reason, I think, to remember JPII.