Do you remember were you were?  There are a few dates that stand out. I’m old enough to remember the death of John F. Kennedy in November 1963. I remember where I was when Elvis died (or did he? Isn’t he still roaming around the stadium?). I even remember when I heard about the death of Michael Jackson.

Hearing about the tragic death of Princess Diane. Like many, I thought that the world had shifted with her tragic death. I was certain to visit the famous tunnel, during a visit to Paris.

September 11 is one of the dates etched in memory. I was sitting in a meeting of the community consultors at our Jesuit community in Guelph, ON. It was a beautiful Tuesday morning in early fall. The receptionist rushed into our meeting, breathlessly urging us to check the TV screens. The rest is well known.

Praise the Lord

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