I’m intrigued that on the eve of All Saints’ Day the Vatican refused to see a hundred survivors of sexual abuse perpetrated by clergy. Just goes to show you that in the eyes of holy Big Brother, the physically dead are more respected than the emotionally murdered, the spiritually decimated. Thus, the message is when these survivors die, the Church will hear them and respect them then.
That’s some heavy karma and a lot of rattling chains.
Fierce, I’m the man you met from the bereavement group. I looked up your name online and found your blog.
I can’t tell you how sorry I am for leaving the group. I just wanted to tell you that.
Wow. Thanks In’am. I don’t know what to say. Thanks for writing and apologizing. I hope everything is OK for you.
Thank you for responding. I didn’t expect you to do so.
Things are as they were. I went to the group for the same reasons you did. Did you go back?
Good things.
I didn’t go back. I wasn’t hip to going to start with, and after, well… =) When you left I lost all motivation. I assume you didn’t go back either? Maybe we can start our own group, wherein we don’t have to leave the house, speak, or divide into pairs. With impeccable coffee, of course.
Improvements upon the coffee would be wonderful. I wasn’t prepared to be divided into pairs, either. To tell you the truth, that is the point that I knew I wasn’t ready to be there. It had nothing to do with you. I felt very bad for leaving, after. I’m glad to have found you, now, though. The medium of blogging seems to be helpful. Maybe I should start my own. You said that you are no longer articulate, but I do not believe this is true. English is not my first language, and I don’t tend to talk much to start with. Mine would be a fairly succinct and boring blog.