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Im not ready to be a mother figure to Sean or Marcail, God. Her heart cried out to her heavenly Father and, even though she was looking into the grave, she was very conscious of Marcails little hand seeking comfort within her own. Sean stood to the other side of her, so close that his shoulder brushed her own. Father had knelt down on the far side of Sean as though lessening the distance to his wifes body might comfort him in some small measure.
Kaitlin watched him rise a few moments later and, out of the corner of her eye, caught the movement of a man approaching.
Im sorry, Mr. Donovan, Dr. Weston spoke quietly as he stepped inside the small family circle.
Thank you for coming. Father shook the doctors hand and did nothing to hide his tears. Dr. Weston turned and spoke to Sean before moving on to Kate. Kaitlin was thankful for his kindness even as she became aware that Marcail was trying to hide behind her. Kaitlin held tightly to her hand and gave a little warning squeeze. Marcail did remember her manners and thanked the doctor politely when he expressed his sympathy to her but her eyes clearly spoke her distrust. Father had taken time for a long talk with Marcail, as he had planned, but Kate wondered when the nine-year-old would understand that Dr. Weston had nothing to do with their mothers death.
Dr. Weston spoke at length with Maureen, bringing her tears on afresh. The family watched him move toward his small carriage. It seemed the best time to follow suit. Within minutes the family was aboard their own transportation and headed back to the Kent home.
It was with great pain that the children bade good-bye to their father two weeks later. Kaitlin, already feeling as if something vital had been severed from her with her mothers death, was so overcome by Fathers leaving that she could not stop crying.
Sean said little, wanting very much to be the man. But his eyes were almost angry, and Father held him tightly in his arms for a long time.
Marcail, having just a week before found out about her fathers departure, was so upset shed vomited twice. Father held her close and mopped her small face.
His heart toyed with the idea of gathering his children and returning to Hawaii for good, but even as the thought came he pushed it away. He didnt think he was in any shape to return and minister to the people there. They had only been in California a week before theyd been made aware of the seriousness of Theresas illness, so this had not been a restful time as planned.