First Night: The Conflict Between Hope and Cynicism
Story by Dr. Lee Brazil
Foreword and Epilogue by:
Written by Ron Breazeale, Ph.D.
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St. Paul’s Church Cemetery
ST. GEORGES, BERMUDA
December 22, 2019, 4:15 P.M.
David came to this place, often at this time of day, to visit his family. Robert, his younger son, seventy-seven at his death, James, seventy-nine, and his wife, eighty-five. And there was an empty space next to his wife waiting for him. He wondered when he would fill it. Life extension had felt like a gift at first, but in the last twenty years, it had felt like a curse.
David paused to watch the sun set before going into the church. He remembered watching another sunset almost a hundred years ago from the wheelhouse of The Carol Deering.
David had come to see Father Allen in person rather than use an electronic device because the message he had might be intercepted. He told Father Allen that Lee a/k/a Emanuel, and Joann had gotten through customs and were safely aboard The Saint. David and Father Allen had put their pieces of the puzzle in place. What the bigger picture would look like once the other pieces were in place, David did not know.