Empty Pulpit

I\’m in San Francisco with my sister waiting for her to start her Wednesday night service at her church via Zoom. She\’s an Associate Minister at a small new thought congregation. 
Earlier, we took a brisk walk through the fog checking out the menus for take-out after the service. Mexican, Peruvian, Chinese, Italian, Indian, Greek, Thai- so many choices in a two block radius and we remain undecided. 
I miss Scott terribly. I feel a constant ache of sorrow as I push forward in life. I know he is here urging me onward. 
I will come back here in warmer weather and dine outside at the Peruvian restaurant. 

Published by As the Road Wanders

I am a writer and a blogger from Northern California

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