We went to the Methodist church on Sunday morning. My grandparents have been going there since they moved to Southold in 1975, so it's another place rich with memories for me. Unfortunately the congregation is much smaller these days, but the pastor (who is a woman, by the way--and doing a terrific job) puts her heart into every service, and it's not lost on me any time I am there. We had some cake and coffee after the service, but I knew my time was short... I had Pennsylvania on my mind.
It was cute to have Connor using the walker, as more than one person remarked that "you come in using the walker, and you'll go out using the walker". True enough.
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