This morning when Dougie was getting dressed, he put on his shorts and reached into his pocket. Without saying a word, he turned and ran from the room. When he came back, I could see that he was putting something into his pocket. When I asked him what it was, he told me that he had Grampy's "card" in his pocket. The prayer card, which he must have found somewhere in the house or car after my father's funeral, had tattered edges and a few folds in it.
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