There I was sitting on a Puerto Rican beach. The sky was blue, the waves were high, and the breeze was plentiful. Everything was perfect, and I was sitting there with tears streaming down my face. The beach chair next to me was empty, and it wasn’t supposed to be. None of this was as we planned it, and all I could do was pray a lot and cry a little in the midst of paradise. I’d been praying for old time religion, the kind I witnessed in my grandparents, parents and many of th