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

“How can I help you?” he asked. Her words struck him like a blow.

Your mother. He motioned for her to come in, barely able to speak as they settled into chairs across from each other. Margaret took a deep breath, her eyes misting over.

“Father,” she said. “Eleanor and I were close, closer than sisters, even. She told me things that no one else knew.”

He leaned forward, his heart pounding.

“Please, I need to know everything. I spent my entire life wondering where I came from.”

Margaret gave a sad smile. “She was always so careful, our Eleanor.

Always afraid of what people would think. But one summer, she met a man, a traveler, a free spirit. He was very different from who we were back then.

And she said that he was like no one she’d ever met.”

Father Michael closed his eyes, imagining his mother as a young woman, full of life, swept away by the prospect of love. He didn’t speak; he was afraid that if he interrupted, the truth would slip through his fingers. “She didn’t even tell me at first,” Margaret continued.

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