While Officiating the Funeral of a Wealthy Woman, the Priest Leaned Over Her Coffin — What He Found Left Him Utterly Astonished

Are you the child?”

“I could be,” Father Michael said. “It’s that birthmark on her neck. I have it, too.

And when I was at the orphanage, the old woman who was in charge of the kitchen said that all she could remember of my mother was the birthmark on her neck.”

A week crawled by, and each day, Father Michael found himself tossing in his bed as he imagined what it would mean if it were true. Then, one morning, an envelope arrived at the rectory. He tore it open, barely able to see through his shaking hands as he read the results.

It was a match. Days later, Father Michael sat alone in the rectory. Since the results had come out, he had visited Eleanor’s family, hoping they would be willing to listen now the results were concrete information.

Eleanor’s daughters, his half-sisters, were ready to welcome him into the family, but the brothers didn’t want anything to do with him. It was as though having a new “big brother” was too threatening for them. He didn’t know what else to do.

He wasn’t going to fight for a way into their lives and their family. He wasn’t going to push himself in. But it did help that he knew where he belonged now.

Except… the one person with all the answers wasn’t around anymore. “Father Michael?” an elderly woman’s soft voice brought him back to the present. “I’m Margaret, a friend of your mother.

I was Eleanor’s best friend. Her daughter, Anna, told me everything when I went to have tea with them.”Continue reading…