A Mournful Memory of Notre Dame

I remember stepping into Notre Dame feeling complete awe. It was 2016, and I was there for vespers. There was a chill in the air from the light rain that evening. Despite being vast in size, I felt a comfortable warmth about it. Now I wish I had walked in there the other two times while in Paris. The lines were long and there was so much to see elsewhere. Tonight as with most who love Paris, I am sadden by the devastation of such a beautiful, historic, iconic place. My heart goes out to the people of France, and to the firefighter’s who fought the fire. As a firefighter I know what it takes to be ready for such a task, but this was I am sure, truly daunting. We will all mourn the loss.

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