A Good Prayer

Let’s say angels were doing a flyover above my brother Eric’s back yard in Wheaton the August Saturday he hosted a birthday party for his mother-in-law Barbara.

They would have gone into hover mode. It was that nifty of a moment in the mini arboreteum he nurtures back there, where Roses of Sharon, Lilies and Peonies gather like women waiting outside church.

Daughter in Law Bev was pressed into service to say a little something to God. She is tall and light, lovely wearing white. This may account for the fact she quiets any crowd by doing nothing more than standing in their midst. She said a little something.

Then Barbara let some of her emotions out and said Bev “is a good pray-er.”

This was accompanied by a distinct flutter of wings.

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About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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