Dear Fr. Gordon, You heard my last confession, which was many months ago now. But I have been thinking of that moment since you passed away earlier this week. After that confession, I wanted to write you a letter. I wanted to say more. But I never did. So, Fr. Gordon, here is your letter. …
I called it a gazebo, but it was really more of a covered porch enclosed on two sides by fancy wooden lattice railing painted off-white. The floor wasn’t the grainy wood slabs or the rough concrete of American porches; it was covered in what looked like peel-and-stick vinyl flooring designed to look like brown bricks. …
