The service could not continue in that state.
Gregory called another priest.
He didn’t want to turn Ana’s funeral into a show about her own pain.
You go out for a few minutes in the churchyard.
There, Maria found him sitting on a bench.
There is something you need to see.
He handed him the phone.
It was a photo.
Ana, smiling, with a little girl of about eight years.
- Who is it?
— Ilinca. The daughter of Ana.
Gregory suddenly looked up.
Did Ana have a daughter?
- Yes.
Where is he?
- To her father. The parents are separated. We didn’t want to bring her so early. He’ll be coming to the cemetery with him.
Gregory’s looking at the photo again.
In less than an hour, he had known he had a daughter.
That he had lost her without knowing her.
And that he had a granddaughter.
He did not approach Ilinca at the cemetery saying:
