"Sister, It's Patrick. Shelagh needs you as soon as you are available."

"I'm getting on my bicycle right now. I will see you in 10 minutes."

"Thank you, Sister. Please let yourself in when you get here."

As Patrick put down the phone, he heard Shelagh's silent tears turn into sobs. It was at that moment he went running to his wife and pulled her into his arms.

"It's alright, Shelagh. Let it all out." Patrick gently encouraged. "I'm here for you, Shelagh. No matter what happens, I am here for you."

Sister Julienne found them this way as she entered the sitting room fifteen minutes later.

"Shelagh," Patrick called gently, "Sister Julienne is here. Will you talk to her? I can leave if you need space to talk with only her. Please, Shelagh?"

After a moment, he felt Shelagh's head turn away from his shoulder. Her response was soft, but important, nonetheless.

"Patrick, please don't leave. I'm scared without you."

"Do you want me to leave the room? I don't have to leave the flat."

"Okay," she answered shakily, as though she was about to cry again.

"I promise Shelagh, I won't leave the flat, and I'll come back in if you'd like."

"Okay." She whispered.

"I'll leave you to talk to Sister Julienne now." Patrick ended, gently placing a kiss on the top of her head.

As Patrick left the room, he paused to thank Sister Julienne for coming.

"I can't thank you enough for coming, Sister. I hope she'll talk to you."

"Nonsense, Shelagh needs me. I hope that she will open up, but the most important thing is that she knows that we are here for her."

"I suppose you're right, Sister. I'll take my leave now, but I'll come if you or Shelagh need me."

"Thank you, Dr. Turner. I'll let you know if you're needed."

Suddenly, Patrick stopped. "Oh, Sister. You might want this; she pressed it into my hand when the tears started. I think it might be the cause." He commented as he pressed the photo into her hand.

"Thank you, Doctor. I believe you are right."

"You're welcome, Sister, I'll be on my way now."

The moment that Sister Julienne sat down, Shelagh flung her arms around her. "She needed me," she thought, "but I'm here now."

"Oh, Sister, my heart is shattered." Shelagh sobbed into Sister Julienne's habit.

"My dear Shelagh, you have said what we all feel." She paused, sensing that if she continued, Shelagh might fall apart further.

'Oh, Sister. Every clinic, visit of Nonnatus House, or time I leave the house to do errands, I expect to see her. Oh, Sister." Shelagh had composed herself to whisper the first part, but by the second 'Oh Sister,' she had begun to sob again.

"Grief isn't one dimensional. Grief can find us even though we have overcome it. Shelagh?"

"Yes, Sister?"

"Did you take the time to grieve Sister Evangelina when she passed?"

"No," she whispered, hardly audibly, before sobbing again.

"Oh, my dear."