Brigitte exhaled as she came upon the Cathédrale Saint-Bénigne.
Pensively she said, “Père would have been tearful. He carried painful memories of the war in his heart.”
“Henri, why did you die before you could find peace?”
Mère had never spoken about those times, nor did Père
After the funeral, I promised Mère I’d bring her here. Now, she’d find peace for both of them.
As I looked at the inside of this beautiful cathedral, it was difficult to imagine the terror they felt during the revolution. They survived because of this church.