45 year promise.
45 years ago, my Godmother asked me to find out what her maiden name meant, in English. I dug around, and could not find anything. Flicking through a magazine, this morning, I got the answer. She is long since in heaven, but I think I have redeemed my pledge at long last. Last weekend I realized that instead of dying nobly, for a cause, I could live, humbly, for one.