The title of this post links to the homepage of the Anglican churches on the island where I grew up. I had no idea that they had a web presence and I suspect it to be a recent development. In any case, I'm extremely pleased to see it, as it has brought back so many memories. It has been very timely indeed. I explain.
I thank all of you who offered prayers for Stella, the lady whom I mentioned in a post a couple of weeks ago. What I revealed elsewhere but not here was that she was my mother. The very recent revelation about the nature of her death has left me in some degree of shock, upset, anger and bitterness, for all sorts of reasons.
I don't want to go into too much depth about that here, as it is being dealt with privately, but it has left me yearning for more information about what happened, and with a craving for connexions to her life. In the nine years since I moved back to the UK from St Kitts, I have been in touch with folk there only a handful of times. There are various reasons for this, but now I feel a strong need to restore that connexion to my past, and my mother's past. It's a really strange feeling, but it's a positive change and I plan to just go with it and see where it takes me.