I just had a remarkable experience. It may have been the strength and particular hue of the light in my room right now that triggered it.
In a flash a memory flooded back to my conscious mind of standing behind a chair at the table in the dining room of St. Agnes parish in St. Paul many years ago, in the earliest ’80s when I was a shiny new Catholic.
There was once a remarkable culture to that place, often focused in that room around that table.
Remarkable days and dead friends summoned in a remembrance of things past.