He just left: ordained or not, beyond our ken...
She was on her way home from home, and received a call: a call that changed everything as she had known it or knew it or would ever know it again. This may sound as a completely bizarre way to start a write up, but how many homes does one have, what is home and how and why do we call it so? Her home had just been blown away, smashed into a zillion smithereens. Her feet felt like lead and she could barely breathe, she was returning from her parents’ place, on her way back to her husband and kids, three wonderful sons, when she was told. Her middle one was no more. He had decided to call it a day, he gave up. He just left. He was all of fourteen. To many of us, home is where the heart is, to many of us it’s just brick and mortar to others it’s a place, a person or few things that smell of home. But, to an increasingly large number of people who mingle with us every day, home is only inside their head. They are, for several reasons, unable to share, communicate or just plain and simpl...