Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
One of the few tender things Mamma did for me was to teach me this prayer. She would come to my bedside and say it with me. I was very grateful to her for that. As I got older, I had long conversations with my grandfatherly and kindly god. I stopped praying at 14 after my mother neglected my health and a bad scene at my grandparents home on Christmas. I felt abandoned by God. And let down. Father Hamm told me last year that I was grieved to my soul at that time. JW's did not restore my healthy way of praying. They just added insult to injury. Now I do pray again. But there are times, like a lot of the time since Andy had his wreck and Mickey left, that I just tell God every few days, "I'll just hold onto the hem of your garment. I won't let go completely. It's all I can do for now." And it does help me a lot.