Twenty-two years ago on Oct. 18, our youngest daughter, Ruth, then 16, was raped. That event has shadowed her life for the past two decades. Even today the memory is dangerous — filled with terror, anxiety, anger and pain. Rape is a crime of continuity. The tentacles of evil lie deeply within, causing heartbreak and ever-present moments of violent recollection.
Two years ago on the first Sunday in Advent, Nov. 29, Ruth gave birth to her firstborn, a son. This wonderful new act of creation brightened my daughter's life. It, too, will live in our memory.
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