Working through this island
Last night, talking to one of my dear old friends via a freebie app that allows such things (welcome to the future, I sometimes think to myself), he asked and kept asking about the island. Like a good friend does. I feel that this island still has much to teach me, I said. We will be better off for the experience, as a couple, as a family and individually, but woo, in the meantime, it ain’t easy. He listened. And he spoke and I listened. My friend and I talked about how to survive such travails and the meaning of things and faith as he has had a helluva few years himself, near death and loving and supporting a seriously injured and ill partner and so on. And so on. And on. He’s a tough one, my friend. I told the story of a former colleague I had, who was an religious education teacher, and though he had been raised by a pastor father in a Jamaican family, he seemed to transcended religion in his outlook and his manner. He was an educator at his core. When he left the school to...
