Yesterday Mike Finnegan died. He married my niece, Annie Finnegan, years ago and while the marriage ended in divorce, she took care of him after he got sick. And her children were his children. It is strange that the ties of connection can't be ever broken. I went to see him in the nursing home twice and I tried to thank him for what he did for the children. I think he was pleased. Some things don't work out the way they were intended.
But no matter what happened in the marriage, or what didn't happen, there are children who are dealing with the pain of losing a father a month after losing their grandmother. Sixteen year olds are not philosophers; they are teen-agers with jobs, and fears and endless worries and doubts. Lord, show me what I can do to help in this situation and if I need to stay butted out so they can deal, let me know that also. I want to do what I can to help but sometimes, the thing to do is let them find themself first.
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