#62. One last story: I went back to the church a few days after everything had happened. It was raining and I wandered around looking for something, I wasn’t sure what. Father Frank happened to be there so I sat down with him and we talked for an hour. He told me a story about how Theresa had recently bought a gift for his son, and we both nearly started crying. We didn’t need to explain what we felt like that meant.
The last email I got from Theresa, July 2 2007:
“I feel wonderful, sorry to be unobtainable there for a bit.