Last Sunday my father was out of town, so I rode to church with my mother. Our church is a place where I know I will meet a dozen close friends and numerous acquaintances each week, and so I continue to go. All Saints is where my walk with God became something I could tangibly recognize, and so it will always hold a special place in my memory. After the service, Mom and I went to meet my little sister for lunch.
Anne is young and full of the spirit for dining out. She is a waitress, and lives alone in the middle of the heart of the city of Seattle. She is surrounded by fine options for food and she seems to enjoy the introduction of others to fine things even more than she enjoys consuming those things herself. Without my father there, the family dynamic was entirely different. My father, like me, will say he doesn’t have an opinion about what happens next, when in fact we have very real hopes and expectations which are impossible to know or to meet.
As we walked in the rain, laughing at the weather and the sloppy sky, the three of us simply enjoyed some moments of being family together.
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