Proof The Bible Is True

I pressed down on the gas pedal, accelerating as I merged onto Highway 395. The drive to the crafts store in Norwich was a familiar one, because I was often in need of more fabric or yarn for my knitting. The midday traffic was light for my run to replenish supplies for the hats I planned to make as gifts.

 

As I settled into a comfortable cruising speed, my thoughts drifted to my brothers, Vic and Joseph, both of them never far from my mind. It had only been seven months since Joseph had passed away—from a genetic heart problem. He’d been sick for a while. It had been so hard to see the changes in him those last few months. He was a large man—six foot two—but he looked so small and frail in that hospital bed.

 

With Joseph’s death, both of my brothers were gone from this world. Vic had died four years earlier. He’d had heart problems as well. When I thought of my brothers, I was still prone to tears. My heart was hurting as I drove Highway 395.

 

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