Living is punctuated by moments when you know you tread near the veil; you know that veil… that separates this seemingly concrete world of daily activities and routines and general busy-ness, from that ‘other’ reality… the dimensions of the Spirit where shoes are taken off, and silence whispers your name and the deepest longings are revealed and palpably present. Birth and Death are often moments where you can almost reach your hand through that wavering translucent veil, when everything that truly matters attends you with almost razor clarity, when words become sharpened with the weight of meaning and a holy hush hints at the attendance of angels.
William GAVIN Young, was born 11:45 AM, August 5th, 2007… 7 pounds, 5 ounces and healthy. Suddenly I am something I wasn’t before; a grandfather. I cry with my son, the veil is thin, I joy in the miraculous, I wonder at Papa’s goodness…
Within less than a handful of hours, a new and precious friend, Patrick, witnesses his grandson Isaac fall asleep for the last time in this world and awake forever in the arms of Another. He weeps with his children, the veil is thin, he joys in the miraculous and wonders at Papa’s goodness…
There is something intensely ironic and appropriate that almost at the same time that the ’sound of laughter’ entered heaven, Gavin came screaming and kicking into this world.
