What’s the worst sound you’ve ever heard?
Buy me a drink and I’ll tell you about a death, a sound, and the end of a dream.
It was ten years ago and I was a young Church of Scotland minister. Yes, I know I don’t look a man of the cloth, but hear me out.
Matt Duncan was dying when I got to him, thin bubbles of blood at mouth and nostril. His wife had called, pleading with me to come, to help in his last hours. I was young and sure of my faith but the sight of those sunken eyes and the thin rasping from his chest made my heart lurch with pity.
He was trying to speak, and I had to lean close to hear him.
“Bless me Father for I have sinned,” he said. I tried to tell him I wasn’t Catholic, but he merely…
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