Sorry, Mary. I cried. I saw Joe today, and then I cried some more. I’m still not sure my head can make sense of the indelible way you touched me in such a short time. Something inside of you spoke to something inside of me in a language I cannot understand. It’s just as fresh today. It somehow gives me hope, and pushes me towards the Father. I love you, sweet sister.
Oh, and Chopper came to say hi today, too.
