Many recounted our shared histories. Some explained reflectively, why my life had been significant in theirs. A few were confessionals. Mostly these were letters of encouragement, last words before I died. With some individuals there has been a marvelous sense of renewal, as the cold ashes of abandoned friendship have again been stirred to life.
Ties once established, now through faith, appear virtually indissoluble.
To each I am indebted, yourself among them, for intercessions on my behalf during these volatile months. But then, amidst all our frantic preparations for a good and happy death , the unexpected occurred. Within a week on home turf my body began to stabilize. Even as we flew, however, I envisioned yet a third farewell journey . Less than three weeks would lapse between our return to London and my departure for Nairobi.