The thought of her tempered yesterday. I hardly knew her, but I remember her voice. Can I say that, clearly? I think so. Yes, I do. I felt for her. I placed myself beside her, whenever we spoke. I empathised. I felt, as Levinas would say, responsible. I hope she is in peace and no longer fearful. And that the life hereafter is kind to her. May it be to all of us. Amen.
