I was going to begin by saying “My theology is a bit dodgy”.- then I thought I should delete “a bit”. But I have been thinking today, 30 August, about my sister Muriel. She died long before I was born but she was a child of my parents so I rate her as my sister. Born prematurely on 29 August 1917 she died the next day. I think she was baptised so by my reckoning she died blameless and went straight to Heaven. (That’s another one of my quirks - I beam with pleasure at the Absolution because I believe that, at that point - for a split second - I, too, am blameless and my future is assured). The dodgy bit comes in because I truly believe in Guardian Angels and I like to think that Muriel is mine. I cannot number the times I have dodged death and I thank God for her. It may all be nonsense but it comforts me and I don’t think any harm is done by it: I even ask her to desert me from time to time in favour of someone I know whose need is greater. So RIP, dear sister, until we meet........
