Day 30/366

"Oh, I wish I'd never found that stupid key!" She was so angry and so overwhelmed.  Angry with God for taking her dad, her rock and her sounding board.  Angry with her parents for keeping secrets that impacted her life.

And angry with herself for not walking away when she had the chance.  "I wish I could talk to you, Dad.  But, if I could talk to you, none of this would be happening.  I'm so scared, Daddy," she whispered.

Her mind dredged up the last day she'd had with her father.  He had never returned to his usual optimism after his wife died.  Gen remembered thinking he was slowly fading away, just biding his time.

But the two months prior to his death he'd seemed much more focused and intentional.  Her dad insisted on dinner together at least once a week.  He shared stories about her mom: how they had met, when he knew he loved her, their early years together.

Pastor Ernesto Nunez was such a faithful man of God, and a loving husband to his wife, Estrella.  Her name meant star, and he called her the most beautiful in all the galaxy.  They were passionate about the Lord and about each other.

Unfortunately, a rare cancer robbed Estrella of the chance for a baby.  While both Ernie and his wife wanted a child, they were content with life and poured themselves out for their congregation.  Life was good.

And it was about to get even better.

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