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Sunday. Sabbath. The day of rememberance. Sitting in the garden this morning, walking with my Dad at lunchtime, chatting about everything and anything, chilled times in front of the West Wing, talking on the phone, sobbing through "The Lord's my Shepherd" in church, a God who steps in and softens my stupid heart, cups of tea and reassuring chats with my brother and the prospect of being tucked up in bed by 10pm.