LOOKING FOR HIM IN THE VALLEY
He spoke clearly and quietly, but then he always had done. Professional and controlled I suppose you would call it. So th is was it, as he lent forward, the stillness of it all made it even more clear that this was no t to be a casual conversation. So , it didn't take any amount of understanding, to know that when we where ushered into that small study, out of the ear shot of others. It would be bad news, how bad we where just about to find out. We had come to realise that good news was shared in the hospital corridor, but not this time, this time it was "we need to talk". I held Mary's hand; she griped mine, and her eyes like mine where filled with the signs of tears. How many of those we had shed or held back in the last few days I gave no thought to. We just sat there, listening and struggling. With thoughts that ought not to fill the mind. "Who will be at the funeral and what songs will we sing."? I had to make myself listen so that when he gave me...