Then the organ started. At first it was an echo of the chant and then it burst into the chords of the first hymn. The whole congregation joined the ch...ir singing ‘Christ the Lord is Risen Today, Alleluia!’It was hard to sing while I was crying. It was beautiful, purging, electric. Images of my sweet Renie and Rebecca flooded my mind. My children. My grandchildren. My parents. My terribly misunderstood and unappreciated sisters.I don’t know about the theology involved. The idea of any god. Alage vattutu notlo pettukoni cheekutunnanu,marchi marchi vattutu, chankanu vasanachustu,nakutunte pareshanavutundi,egiregi padutu gattiga talanu vattukuntu mi marichipotundi melliga cheeranu lagutunnanu.Pirralu piki lepi cheeranuvippadani sahakarinchindi, langa pi undi, lopala eminaunda, panty undaleda adugutu cheyi vesanu lopalemiledu,pukumeeda langa pi nunde muddu petti mukkuto vasana choosanu,emi teliyaledu pooku pi cheyivesi vattutu elavundi annanu, mattuga truptiga chustu pedala. I was somewhat taken aback when Rosamund rose and made the introductions, at which the newcomer addressed herself to me in native Low Dietsch, which of course took me completely by surprise."This is Mevrouw Kaete Rosenhagen née van Bruggen, the widow of your Uncle Paul who died last month in Limburg," Rosamund explained.I had never met Uncle Paul; he and my father were brothers but couldn't stand each other. Rosamund had somehow become entangled in the affair through the London bank and now. I never had breakfast, hadn?t since I was about 14 years old. Now I sat with the others of Sarah's family munching toast, looking at the clock, seeing the minutes tick by, knowing that the bus would be at the stop up the road in ten minutes. Sarah made small talk with her Mother about the previous night. I watched, listened, each and every fact being taken in and stored. I knew that Mum was suffering from a form of cancer that, although in remission, would probably kill her within three years..