I realized over the course of an evening of writing that loneliness is an invitation. From whom? The Man who hangs on the cross, the Man I love. Lo these many years, the invitation was made, but I did not understand or I was unwilling to accept. Writing brought clarity and acceptance.
When I visited by brother for the last time, he told me he had a dream, and in the dream Christ gave him communion. I am confident Tommy will be raised up on the last day.