Today, we had lunch with Fr. John. Fr. John is the priest that had helped my family move to America and with many more things since then. He is basically family to us. He was so happy to meet Aoife and he was able to say her name properly after much practice. He cooked us Morel soup and cold sandwiches. Afterwards, we took a walk around his farm to see what he had fixed up. I've always enjoyed rummaging through the farm buildings looking at the old stuff. He also showed us his garden and his potato patch which he planted in an old silo foundation. After visiting Fr. John, we went home, and my dad and brother left for Minneapolis for my brothers' immigration court date.
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