Since it’s been 33 years, I generally don’t remember July 14 is coming.
But there comes a moment where I have to sign a note “July 14,” and then it slams into me.
It happened again today. While I was at church today, mourning and celebrating the life of a member of our parish … I realized it was also the miserable “anniversary” of that day in 1977 when my dear friend Helen was slashed to death. The day on which she was grabbed on a country road and murdered, while she prayed for the murderers who were killing her, one hideous, bloody slash at a time.
It’s rather amazing to realize how long ago it was. She was hacked to death in 1977. In some ways, time has stood still for me ever since.
She was hacked to death when I was only 22 years old. Now I am 55 years old, and – each July 14 – I am still stuck there. I still cannot come to terms with it.
In my own calendar, July 14 is the Feast of St. Helen Finley.