In the summer of 1959, my brother and I attended a Catholic boys camp just as we had in previous summers. What was different was that summer was a planned vacation for our family of six. We were to vacation on the shore of New Jersey. We never had a family vacation before. Our father picked us up, and as we sat in the family car, he held back his tears. He told my brother and me that we were not going on the long-planned vacation. My mother was in a psychiatric hospital. I was stunned. I was the oldest in the family. I asked myself “What is happening?” I had no idea; my mother was suffering from a psychotic depression.

I thank my spouse of more than half a century, Mary Elizabeth, for her support of my long career. I thank her for three very successful children. I thank them for seven lovely grandchildren. Everyone in my care is someone’s loved one. I never forget. As I enjoy family, friends, and my career, I wish the same for those in my care.