Without forgiveness we are stuck in a black box with no exit. Without forgiveness we cannot move on, or find ways of preventing the repetition of these crimes.
There are insufficient words to describe the worldwide scandal of abuse — who would have believed such a thing thirty years ago? I try to imagine what my mother, or BH’s mother, would have made of it.
Lilies and Mohawks are unlikely bedfellows; I had to know more.
If I tell you that you will need a linen gremial, a staff, a ring and a miter, would you know why?
Sam Dastor, actor, is preparing to read BH’s book “Crater’s Edge” for Audible. It’s brave of Sam because he speaks neither Polish, Russian nor Persian.
Yesterday would have been our Diamond Wedding Anniversary.
Guess who said this…?
When BH died I planted a rose in his memory. I chose one named Thomas à Becket because BH died on the Archbishop’s Feast Day.
After I stopped crying on the way home from Lithuania, I realised that my head was as if I had been working on a jig-saw puzzle for too long.
The time has come and tomorrow the interment will take place. There will be friends gathered from far afield, relations and nearest of kin. I suspect there will be a full house and I fully expect the sun to shine.