Throughout the book, I misspelled Father Anthony Buchette’s name as “Buschette.” I joked that poor Nana could never remember how to pronounce his last name, and then I go and misspell it. He was such a good priest. His masses were joyous. It was because of his masses that I started going to church again. He was a great friend and comfort to Nana; she adored him. I will always be grateful to Father Buschette for all his good deeds. He was an inspiration and friend and a wonderful priest.
Father Anthony Buchette
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