Our children recently dealt with very sad events. Luc, Aidan and Andre said goodbye to the pet freshwater frogs Luc received as a gift for his birthday. We buried Mr. Froggy yesterday evening and we buried Mr. Plum tonight.

I found Mr. Froggy belly-up yesterday afternoon in his aquarium. All the boys were sad. We took him outside and made a final resting place in the mulched area near the back door. Luc, 3, dug a shallow hole with a cement trowel and the boys passed Mr. Froggy’s body to one another so they could hold and pet him in one last display of affection. After that, Luc placed him in the hole and I covered it with mulch again.

We thanked Jesus for the gift of Mr. Froggy and I ushered Luc and Aidan back inside. Andre, 7, rumpled up on the doorstep, sank against the house and started to weep quietly, his shoulders heaving, his head buried between his legs. I asked him if he was OK, and he just sobbed for a good few minutes. He finally got up, came inside and told Terese and me, “I don’t want anyone else to buy our house.”

Playing soccer with friends on a soft, grassy knoll, trampling over dusty dirt roads to examine exotic flowers and wildlife might be the stuff of an ordinary summer for most young boys, but for Andre Bauer his summer vacation was anything but ordinary.

At 7, the second grader from St. Sebastian School in Milwaukee has more adventure notched under his belt than most individuals 10 times his age. In July 2009, Andre traveled to Nyakibale, Rukungiri District, Uganda where his parents, Drs. Terese and Paul Bauer, served on a medical mission trip to Karoli Lwanga Hospital.

I am caretaker for my 86-year-old dad who is ill and very frail. Though raised a staunch Catholic, he fell away from the church when he and his wife began to practice birth control. He is frightened about death and what may await him in the afterlife because he has not prayed or gone to church in more than 40 years. He feels it is pretty hopeless to do anything about it now. How can I help him to come back to the Lord?

First off, set firm in your mind and heart the fact that God has never stopped loving and seeking your dad for one single moment of his life! That half of the equation hasn’t wavered. Your challenge is to gradually help Dad correct his perception that he has somehow fallen out of God’s tender embrace. Dad feels distant, yet God is so very near.

Our family has had trouble with the fourth commandment: Keep holy the Sabbath day.  It’s not that we skip Mass on Sunday, but rather that, too often, we only keep holy the Sabbath hour and a half (our time at Mass), rather than the Sabbath day itself.

We live in a neighborhood with a high population of Orthodox Jews. Their Sabbath runs from sundown Friday evening to sundown Saturday. During this 24-hour period, they may not drive, cook, clean, shop, mow their lawns, do laundry, repair problem areas of their home or play in soccer tournaments. There are probably additional things they may not do, but these are the ones I notice, since that’s what Bill and I are generally up to while they are walking past our house back and forth to synagogue.