The son moved on today where Fr. Valhalla used to live. I had not been down there since he died and it was bittersweet to stand in the parking lot where I used to pick him up and said "good-bye."
I thought son was somewhat nervous this morning. His voice was a little bit too quiet when he read the Gospel but I did not have the heart to tell him that yet. Perhaps before next time. He liked the Rabbi. I hope it was mutual. The son is really a nice person - the Rabbi as well. I have to do something about my glasses. There is no good distance between me and The Book any longer. I am off to some fund raiser for my bible class. The Rabbi gave a good homily that was timely with me. God is the builder. How true. I expect too much from people, I guess.
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