CHAPTER 40
“Weeping and great mourning.” Either Grandma Lucy’s repeating herself now or I’m having a crazy case of déjà-vu. “The voice of a mother weeping for her child.” She just won’t stop talking. Won’t shut up. “Weeping tears of sorrow and grief.”
I’ve known those tears. Known them far more than I would care to admit to anyone, even you.
Especially you.
“Refusing to be comforted.”
I’ve read the verse before, so I’m prepared for what she’s going to say next. What I’m not prepared for is the way her words invite a fresh wave of grief to come crashing down over me as I sit in that hard, uncomfortable pew.
“Refusing to be comforted because her children are no more.”
I spring to my feet, not sure I’ll make it to the bathroom in time. I never used to throw up. Even as a kid, my stomac
