On September 1st my younger brother, Terry passed away after a titanic battle with prostate cancer – at the age of 61. Days before, I came across this ‘Celtic Prayer’ through which I’ve drawn on sustaining grace, and which I share now for the benefit of anyone who may be passing through a similar valley:

Into my grieving

I weave

the strength of the Father.

Into my grieving

I weave

the compassion of the Son.

Into my grieving

I weave

The comfort of the Spirit.

Into my grieving

I receive

the presence of the Three in One.

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Accompanying Terry and his wife on their journey, from the time of the initial diagnosis until his death was a truly unforgettable experience, for which I can sincerely thank God. We shared some special times together during those years – with loads of laughter, regular meals (our favourites consumed at Whitby’s Fish Restaurant in Doncaster), concerns over his treatments, and much re-living of childhood memories – reaching a pinnacle on the evening before he passed away, when Terry asked me to pray with/for him. It was such an inestimable privilege to do so, and absolutely priceless to hear his heartfelt, spontaneous prayer after I ended my brief prayer. Then as we concluded praying I told him how I’d waited many years to be able to share that precious moment together – his response was to flash a typical mischievous grin, as if to say, “And I kept you waiting all that time”.  Kyrie Eleison.

R.I.P. Dear Brother

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