My first stay at St. Jude was in 1961. My children and four of my grandchildren were born at St. Jude. My mother and brother passed away there. When I enter the hospital to visit a loved one, I have a flood of memories. Some are joyous and some are sad, but I always have a feeling of wellbeing. A sense of belonging. My mind sees Father Smith walking the halls, former doctors of mine reassuring me everything will be OK. I suppose it sounds crazy to love a hospital, but I absolutely do love St. Jude. My family always received the best of care from the entire staff. That's why St. Jude is my hospital. God Bless you all.