Normally a Friday the 13th isn’t a good omen, but this December, it was the Luck of the Irish. My son Jack received news at 18:42 pm (the year Notre Dame was founded) that he’s been accepted into the Class of 2024. Most of his friends were waiting with baited breath in the basement, with just the two of us and Jack’s friend Paul in the dining room pacing anxiously around him. Oh, the happy screams and high fives that followed.
I can’t begin to describe how proud I am of Jack. While his academics have been quite something, it’s the rest that means so much: Best Buddies mentoring, tutoring kids at the nearby affordable housing complex, playing hockey on 2 teams for years, helping to coach hockey for kids with developmental disabilities, working since he was 14, and just being an all around compassionate, hilarious, grateful, and resilient guy. Not to mention he’s been a hugely devoted Notre Dame football fan since kindergarten, and somehow convinced the real “Fortune” of Rudy fame to give our family a private tour of the stadium when he was 8 years old.
The original, 8″x 8″, showing Jack and Clare’s little Corolla heading up Notre Dame Avenue, was under the Christmas tree for Jack this morning. Prints can be found here: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/notre-dame-2024-anne-lewis.html?newartwork=true
At some point I hope the musical mix of the Notre Dame Victory March, the 1812 Overture, and Ozzy’s Crazy Train stop looping through my happy head (these last two make perfect sense if you’ve attended Notre Dame home football games), but in the meantime….GO IRISH!!!