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- Whatever Tomorrow Brings
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- The Taylor and Donovan Families1871
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- Dear Marcail
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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Sean could see in an instant that his father was thrilled with his gift. He caressed the leather binding and touched the pages before turning unsuspectingly to the front where his mother had written some well-chosen words.
Sean recalled the way his fathers eyes swam with tears as he looked across the room at his spouse. It was some time before Sean was able to see what his mother had written, but he knew they were words he would never forget.
My darling Patrick,
No day passes that I dont rejoice in our marriage. No month goes by that I dont see you growing in the Word. With each new year our love increases. And when at last we stand in heaven, Ill thank our eternal Father for blessing our life together here on this soil.
All my love,
Theresa
The Bible was no longer new, and the woman who had written the message had gone on before them, but her message was as powerful to Sean now as it was the first time he had read it. Sean suddenly felt overwhelmed with the loss of his mother. It wasnt really his mothers death that grieved him as much as his fathers having to be alone, and how little he now knew his father because of the mistakes he had made.
With an effort Sean pulled his mind back to the present. He had missed half the sermon while his mind wandered to events of the past and things he couldnt change. There was the present and the future to think about, and in those he could play a part. It was time to talk with his father; not the small talk theyd been uttering for days, but real talk.
Having come to this decision, Sean remembered they were going to Duncans for dinner. He prayed for patience over the delay, and then asked God to bless them when the timing was right.
The conversation over dinner was lighthearted and fun. Duncan and Lora were thrilled to meet Patrick and welcomed him into their home with all the love and graciousness that Charlie and Sean had come to expect.
The party of five was just finishing their coffee and dessert when Duncans deputy came to the door. He said he had a problem at the office that would not wait. Duncan regretfully bid his wife and guests goodbye.
Sean and Patrick both offered to help the women with cleanup, but Lora said the kitchen was too small for so much help. She showed them into a spacious, comfortable living room and left them alone.
Patrick was silent as his gaze took in the room, and it was a few moments before he realized Sean was staring at him. Their eyes met, so alike in shape and color, and Sean finally asked the question that had been on his mind for more than five years.
Why didnt you come back?