Father, I’ve got nothing to feed my kids.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

Fr. Bernie had invited me to dinner with Grandpa and him. I only lived 15 minutes away. Fr. Bernie was also Uncle Bernie, Dad’s brother who just happened be a priest.

I would drop by a couple times a month to play pinochle with Grandpa and Fr Bernie before we had supper. Fr Bernie had put a pan of lasagna in the oven for our supper.

Just as he was pulling it out there was a knock at the door. A woman stood there. “Father, I’m so sorry to bother you. I’ve got nothing to feed my children.” Fr Bernie handed her the lasagna.

That night we had peanut butter and jelly for dinner. I never loved that man more than I did in that moment.

Tony Toledo, April 5, 2016

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