CHAPTER 32
Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely,
And long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion;
my constant friend is he.
His eye is on the sparrow,
and I know he watches me.
“That was wicked insane how many people showed up,” Willow said as she and Kennedy followed the crowd out of the church.
“Yeah.” If you included the photographers and members of the press eager to cover the funeral of Massachusetts’ most recent hero, Kennedy guessed nearly a thousand people had shown up to pay their respects to the fallen chaplain.
“How are you doing?” Willow put her arm around Kennedy as the spring breeze whipped through their hair.
“A little better than I thought I would be. The service was really nice.”
Willow nodded. “Yeah,
