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My Fr Hesburgh Story by beamr96

I had my oldest daughter when I was a Freshman at ND. After taking a semester off, I decided I wanted to have her baptized at ND. It was arranged that Fr. Hesburgh would baptize her as part of the Pop Farley celebrations. He was a delight and put my husband at I at such ease. He made me promise that if I felt ND was not supporting my efforts to go to school while raising a child, I should let him know.

Fast forward a couple of years. My daughter and I are at the library waiting on a shuttle, and Fr Hesburgh comes up to us and starts talking to my daughter. I mention to him that he baptized her, and he said yes of course, at the Pop Farley mass. We chatted a few minutes and we were on our way.

When my second daughter died tragically the following year, he wrote me a handwritten note of condolences and mentioned how impressed he was with my husband and I the first time he met us.