My sister wrote to me on Saturday:
“I was just reading your latest blog and reflecting on my memories. I thought of two that had profound effect on my life. One was the day we sat together, in a pew, at Kevin’s wedding. I remember the sun, windows, dresses, and smells. The main part of the memory was your hands and how they looked. It triggered a deep internal need I thought I buried, to know my roots and started my journey. I will never forget your hands and that day.”
