As did so many others, I felt a pain-in-the-pit-of-my-stomach sense of loss at the news of Monday’s fire Notre Dame de Paris. And as for many others that sorrow was not just at the destruction of art and history and beauty wrought by the flames, but at the violation of memories deeply personal and important.
Of course, Becky and I were but two of the millions of people who visit Notre Dame every year. But none of the others among the many at Notre Dame in October eighteen months ago were there to celebrate our fortieth anniversary. No apologies for personalizing this sad news. Continue reading