Today I had the greatest privilege to be present as my mother sang old Irish songs to my father. Some I've never heard before. The young Irish nurse Eileen was there and she came in and stood beside me as tears ran down both our faces. There was evidence of love like you hardly see any more. I seem to be moved to tears all the time recently, but I also feel the Holy Spirit has been very near. Again, Christ bless each one of you for your prayers and your care.
My prayers are with your father as always.
This is OK, part of the grieving process.
We continue to pray for history_matters.