remembering

"The day that I was again to go to Kilns, I saw a small headline in the Oxford Mail as I was eating my breakfast sausage and eggs: 'C.S. LEWIS FUNERAL TODAY'. He had died two or three days before at 5:30 in the afternoon. I hoped he had had his tea. I did not have the heart to go to the funeral, even though I was, so to speak, an invited guest: he would not be there. But I did walk over to the Eastgate and stand there a few minutes, looking across the High and remembering a decade past, his great shout from the other side: 'Christians NEVER say goodbye!' And his grin. And I thanked God with gladness for the meeting we had had." ~ Sheldon VanAuken, Under the Mercy