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Those of us in the trade often refer to ourselves and fellow journalists as “hacks.” We can do that, because that’s what we are, although we prefer outsiders not use the term.
Tonight a dear friend, and fellow hack, died suddenly . . . I shall miss his wit, his turn of a phrase, his wonderful kindness. He would tell great tales of being educated by the Irish Christian Brothers in his homeland and of his love for the Latin Mass.
I shall miss him greatly.
Please pray for his soul and that his wife and sisters and friends are comforted.
We know our God does not leave us in the tomb; but this is a very hard night for those of us who are left . . .
Thank you.
Tonight a dear friend, and fellow hack, died suddenly . . . I shall miss his wit, his turn of a phrase, his wonderful kindness. He would tell great tales of being educated by the Irish Christian Brothers in his homeland and of his love for the Latin Mass.
I shall miss him greatly.
Please pray for his soul and that his wife and sisters and friends are comforted.
We know our God does not leave us in the tomb; but this is a very hard night for those of us who are left . . .
Thank you.
