You probably remember, little sweetheart, that one of the first things I liked to do after arriving in London was get up the next morning, go for a run on Hampstead Heath, then shower and change and head down to Embankment, walking over one bridge, then along the south bank before crossing back and going to St Paul’s for Evensong. It so resonated with me that I began attending services here in New York at St Thomas and then later, still, after your tragic passing, at West End Collegiate.
Some of the Christian feast days and holidays I didn’t know about before have become sort of lovely new traditions to observe in quiet thought, prayer and contemplation. Today is one of them.
Today is All Saint’s Day. There’s belief that the spiritual bond between the living and the departed grows stronger - as the moon, perhaps draws nearer to the earth on a particular day of its orbit - and we should listen even more intently to hear.
I will be ever mindful today and tomorrow, little sweetheart, to listen to your call. With all my love forever…
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