Thursday, April 07, 2016
My favorite Mamie (one of the old women in the French village where we have our second home) stopped me on the street.
Although I have been in Geneva for he past 10 months being treated for cancer, we stayed in contact with notes and cards.
One of the photos I sent her was when I bought my wig...not the one in the photo, which I had tried on for fun.
"I prayed for you every day," she told me. "I took your photo with me. The one with the old-fashioned wig."
She smiled. "I was praying one day for you and dropped the photo." She stopped to smile. "The priest picked it up and asked about it. I told him."
I was wondering what the priest was thinking.
"He prayed for you with me."
"It worked," I told her.
Posted by DL NELSON at 3:18 AM