A year ago today, the Easter peals of Saint Peter’s were tolling when word came that Pope Francis was dead, struck down in the early morning hours by a cerebral stroke, and something in the heart of the Church went still. Pope Francis was gone. And the arguments began almost immediately — as if grief were a luxury we could not afford before the verdict was rendered.
I want to resist that impulse. I want, instead, to remember.

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