Some of you know that my husband died on May 25.
I am reeling from the reality.
The Vulnerable Bede once compared a faithless life to a sparrow flying through a banquet hall in winter, where “the fire is burning on the hearth in the middle of the hall and all inside is warm, while outside the wintry storms of rain and snow are raging.” “The sparrow flies swiftly though the hall. It enters in at one door and quickly flies out through the other and (so) this life of man appears but for a moment.”
When your life’s love is taken in a moment from your life, one can appreciate an image of momentary warmth and shelter evaporating into the night
The other side of the veil is a great mystery…and we must face its unknowns.