The priest stroked the baby’s soft hand and
looked into Wes’s eyes. “In spite of
everything you’re a lucky man.”
“Lucky! You have
the nerve to call what happened to me lucky?”
Father Duncan refused to take offense. “You had three years with a wonderful
woman. Lots of men never find a love
like you and Chris shared.”
That was true, but still… “I’m angry, Father. Why did God allow this to happen?” Wes demanded, his face dark and tormented. “We wanted a baby so much! It isn’t fair to cheat her out of seeing her
son grow up.”
“That’s a cry which has echoed down through the
ages. Unfortunately, the only answers I
could give you would sound cruel, mocking, and hollow. But even in the face of this tragedy, God is
good. He let you keep Chris’s last gift
to you, didn’t He? She knew her heart
might not stand the strain of a pregnancy, but she did it because she wanted a
child from the love you two shared.”
He patted the little boy in Wes’s arms. “Take good care of him, Wes. He’s a living gift from your wife.”
Father Duncan left Wes alone, and Wes buried his face in
the blue blanket in his arms and cried.
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