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Patricks eyes slid shut for just an instant, relieved that his son finally wanted to talk.
At first, it was because they needed me, Sean.
We needed you too.
I know you did, but at the time, I believed they needed me more.
Sean was quiet as the remembered pain flooded back in upon him, and then he realized exactly what his father had said.
What did you meanat first?
Patrick seemed reluctant then, but Sean never took his eyes from his father, forcing Patrick to take a deep breath and tell his story.
As selfish as this is to admit, it was almost a relief to have a catastrophe on my hands the moment I returned to the islands. I was so busy for the first seven months that I had little time to miss you kids and your mother.
But then things began to regulate. Not enough so that I felt I could leave, but enough so that I had more time on my handstime to think about all Id lost. The evenings were the worst. When daylight disappeared and there was nothing more I could do for the day, Id go back to our empty little house that had miraculously survived the hurricane and sit alone until I thought I would die of loneliness, or worse yet, have to keep on living. Then the lies began.
The lies? Sean broke in softly, not fully believing what he was hearing.
Yes, lies, Patrick admitted. It was easy, you know, to lie in the letters and tell you I was doing well and praying for you. But I wasnt. I was so eaten up with bitterness that God would take my wife when I believed I needed her most that I stopped praying.
But you continued to minister to the people there?
Yes, I did, and only a select few knew I was struggling. When I finally made it to Santa Rosa, Katie told me how your backsliding had been slow in coming. I couldnt help but think how alike we are.
Not that I was happy about such a comparison, but three years had passed before I made it back to California and spiritually, I was still on shaky ground. In fact, it was in Santa Rosa that I got things straight, and in a way I have you to thank.
Me?