Notre Dame

I said a prayer for Mama at the Cathedrale Notre Dame de Paris. She would probably have found it curious that in this most famous of French churches an African priest was giving the sermon.
I think she would have liked it here. I had been thinking of taking her here on our next vacation together, but it was not to be. With hindsight I see it would have been a little hard for her to do the tourist thing, which is to walk around for hours looking at all the sites and crossing the bridges and so on and so on. The good thing about crossing over to another plane of existence is that you can be everywhere and anywhere at the same time. Non local I think is what physicists call this state.