A time outside time. I understood fully Jane s words and I am sure all of us know too well what she meant. These days on Iona so close to Christmas seem so unreal.
Days pass but the markers of our ordinary life seem far away.
Our emotions and our spirits are overwhelmed in the face of such enormous grief. Could it be otherwise at such at a time as a small rural community comes to terms with the loss of four of its sons. As individuals and as a community we are broken by the sheer scale of events and by the enormity of grief even although we rejoice that one of the five friends survived to recount the harrowing tale. As we stand in solidarity with the grieving families many questions fill our hearts and minds. December will be retold many times.