“I feel completely inadequate to do this. I am empty.” Crying in a consultation room on the cardiac floor of a hospital in Austin, thus began my Confession with Fr. Francisco. As I accompanied my Dad in the fight for…
“I feel completely inadequate to do this. I am empty.” Crying in a consultation room on the cardiac floor of a hospital in Austin, thus began my Confession with Fr. Francisco. As I accompanied my Dad in the fight for…
