Thanksgiving

Continuing the theme: - Praying the Our Father  - The Ladder of Perfection214px-Catacomb_Via_Latina_Jacob_ladder (1)
My earliest and happiest memories  are of going to visit my grandfather. It wasn’t because he played games with me, gave me  my favourite chocolate or even money to buy myself an ice cream on the way home, it was just because I  loved him. He  was such a lovable kindly man  that it was more than enough just to be with him and feel myself enveloped by his  love. This was before I even went to prep school. By the time I did he was dead  ‘though by today’s standards he was still a young man barely old enough to  draw his pension.  read on

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