Rachel. I held her three years ago as I baptized into the Church. I wonder how she would grow up if she had the chance. She did not.
I was sitting with a woman who found a tumor in her chest and was worried about celebrating Christmas. I wonder how she is.
I figure that I may never know, but the memories still serve me.
This Christmas I am remembering those I sat with this year as their light faded. Lord, Bless them. You are not forgotten by me.
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