My heart is racing as I am walking up the hill! I am on my way to the place I’ve been dreaming of going for the last four days, still secretly hoping for a reunion.
I enter the long corridor but this time, I won’t get to the very end and I won’t be greeted there by nurses. This time, I stop halfway along the corridor and enter the Chapel.
It is a quiet and peaceful room. In the soft light I intend to talk to a God I don’t believe in, sat in a comfy chair between a cross, a prayers’ rug and the Hebrew Bible. Or is it Bean that I am trying to reach? The reunion never comes, neither do the tears.
Where have you gone?