Going Back
It was your great-grandfather, Peter, who took me back to Prague. Back to the land of our ancestors. Back to the memories of my mother and father, of my sister, who died too soon, of Nicolas and the hope and promise that had died with him somewhere between the last safe house and the border guard. And in that sense, Peter brought me back to you. For in remembering my past, I see your future. When I look into your eyes – you have your great-grandfather’s eyes – I see the majesty of our cathedrals and the special message they held for me. When I look into your eyes, I see the brilliance of the cathedral on Sunday mornings when I would stare up into the tiers of windows, and situate myself in such a way that God’s hands would envelope me, and in that moment I would hear Him say, “I will always be with you.” And I knew that all was well with the world…