When Pope Benedict was elected, I was very happy. I believed that he would be good for the Church and that he would do things that needed to be done, and say things that needed to be said. I didn't know, however, how much I would love him. I didn't know that he was so lovable.
I haven't read much about Benedict's resignation, but much of what I have read has caused me pain. I've debated, and am still debating with myself whether or not I should write a response to some of what I've read, but that would be for another day. Today, I'll just leave you with my favorite picture from the last few weeks. I like to think that's me, and all of us with our father, saying goodbye.