I closed my eyes for five hot seconds and found myself in a conversation with something I could only describe as a shadow. The slip into the audio only vision was so smooth, I did not realize it was happening until it was over.
“Every Catholic family has saints.”
“There’s a generational gap. My parents and my sister were, but then not, and I never was unless you count infant baptism.”
“You have familial saints.”
“I don’t know them. Don’t know their names. Don’t know their history or their relevance.”
“They will teach you new names, and show you personal relevance, and embrace you as you embrace them.”
“I’m apostate.”
“You have faith.”
“…”