It’s probably very silly that I haven’t written about John Paul II’s
death yet, as it really has had a massive impact on me. Sometimes,
something so deeply felt feels almost cheapened when typed into words.
I hope I’m not doing that now.
His funeral is tomorrow and that is a very final thing. At
the moment, things are *almost but not really at all* like they used to
be – his presence always attracted many people to him, especially young
people with whom he had an amazing connection.
I love looking at the pictures of hundreds of thousands of pilgrims
from everywhere everywhere everywhere standing for days just to spend a
few slender seconds close to his body.
I would be there in a heartbeat. In fact, I’m still confused as to why I am not there now. My heart is still beating, is it not?
After the Novendiales
are over, he will be gone forever. We will learn to love a new Holy
Father, but he won’t be that humble handsome Pole that I have loved for
my entire life. How funny it is to miss someone so much without ever
I hope you will think of him tomorrow. You really should read what Witold has to say about all this, from his normal charming Polish perspective.