Wednesday, January 6, 2016

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Anonymous said...

On the morning of the day my little sister died she and her boyfriend visited St Mary's Cathedral in Sydney and both lit candles. I sometimes wonder what her relationship with God was like. At the time she was a nominal protestant. Her boyfriend was a lapsed Jew - he died a couple of months later (jumped in front of a train). Many candles together remind me of my sister.