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- About the Author
Moving without being able to talk it over with Father was the hardest thing wed ever done. We were all right though, and I believed my father would come any time, but he didnt. Weeks went by before we heard from him, and then his letter said he was needed in the islands and wanted to stay.
It was worse in some ways than when Mother died, because we waited in anticipation of each letter, only to be disappointed. My heart grew more bitter with each passing month. When hed been gone for two Christmases in a row, I felt so full of pent-up anger I thought I would explode.
I finally left Santa Rosa the summer I was 17. It wasnt long before I started telling myself I would never go back. Id also been telling myself for two years that if my father could desert me then my God probably could as well. So I stopped trying to pray, certain there was no one listening.
And then today, when you cared enough to hold me on my feet, I knew Id been wrong. Hed been there all along, waiting to help me with the pain of loss and separation. Its easy to say this now that I know how close my death is, Sean hesitated and tears filled his dark eyes, but I would serve God with my whole heart if I had another chance.
Duncan wanted to say something but couldnt swallow around the lump in his throat.
Thanks for coming back and talking to me. It makes things a little easier. Will you take that address now?
Duncan nodded and went for some paper. When he returned, Seans voice shook as he gave Kaitlins full name and address.
Try to get some sleep, Sean.
I will, and please tell my sisters that I love them and that I love Father too.
Duncans throat closed again, and he waited until the younger man lay down before taking the piece of paper to his desk. He sat unseeing for a long time, the paper clutched in his fingers.
When he did open a bottom drawer in the desk to file the paper, he hesitated. It was a mess inside. His file system left much to be desired.
He put the address in his breast pocket for safekeeping and reached again to shut the drawer. Something stopped him, however, something he hadnt thought about in years.
Like a man in a dream he reached into the drawer time and again until the contents were emptied onto his desk. The document was hazy in his mind, but he was sure it must be there. Duncan looked at the mass of papers on the desktop and wondered where to start.
His hesitation lasted only a moment before he remembered that 4:30 the next afternoon was less than 17 hours away. With that thought in mind, he began to read.
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