The Fr. Lazarus and Judy Series (6)

My most fond memories are of sitting with him in complete silence. Sometimes he would lift his hands as in prayer. Even at dinner we ate in silence… he would pass me everything first so there was no need to ask for something. Occasionally we would dine out… these meals were in the same spirit of silence also.

It sounds odd to say… I remember the silence… but I do!

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