The Old Church : The Secret of the Old Church Fiction By Sylvia Stein Fuquay, North Carolina As the old woman walked to the corridor of the Old Church, a vast of memories began to overwhelm her. . She took a deep breath, and then smiled. “ Are you okay Grandma?” said a younger man. “ Oh, she paused, I will be okay my darlin!” she said as she tried to hold back her tears. The Old Church had been a reminder of so many things for the old woman. In this building she had met the love of her life. His name was Antonio Grimaldi and no one knew that he had been her first and one true love. “ Are you sure you can make it Mom, called another woman’s voice. “ Yes, Miranda, hunny, I am going to be fine!” she assured them. But Miranda, her daughter knew that her mother was not going to be fine. Of all her children and grandchildren she was the only one who