When I got home I decided to do the one thing I’d been putting off. After digging around I finally found a nice pen and some note paper and I sat down to write a reply to Peter’s children. Peter’s children. The thought of it brought a lump to my throat. I’d seen them at a distance of course, at Peter’s funeral, but we’d never spoken. I decided I would m…
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