Chapter 41
Philip and I had dinner with Father O’ Brian a week after Christmas when my mother and sister were heading back home to Arizona.
“Visit often,” my mother said after kissing me goodbye. I’d miss her so much because she was so far away.
I had echoed my reservations about my mother living alone to Father O’Brian and Philip at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants in town.
“God will take care of her,” Father O’Brian said. “She’ll be in good hands at the nursing home.”
Philip grabbed my hand across the table. “We’ll visit her as often as you want.”
“I feel like everyone’s leaving me,” I said.
“I’m still here,” Philip piped up. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Come to church for Sunday Mass,” Father O’Brian told us. “My last sermon will be about faith and moving forward.”
