I’m continually amazed at how cemeteries keep me alive in very particular ways. In loving memory….. I read on to discover a father buried with his son who died at age three. All those years of sadness, loss, grief but hopefully also years of renewal, resolution, hope. The death of that young child is part of the prayer of the father’s life.
I wonder if we all have one of those life-long prayers that become part of the foundation of who we are. The prayer might come from some experience that made an enormous difference. Certainly a death can do it; maybe an incident, or the general way that someone treated us. Often the pivotal issue seems to be a negative one, but does it have to be.
I’ll think on this today as I head out for The Hill of Uisneach. I have to get the bus now.
I wonder if we all have one of those life-long prayers that become part of the foundation of who we are. The prayer might come from some experience that made an enormous difference. Certainly a death can do it; maybe an incident, or the general way that someone treated us. Often the pivotal issue seems to be a negative one, but does it have to be.
I’ll think on this today as I head out for The Hill of Uisneach. I have to get the bus now.
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