Maybe because we already have so much destruction in this world, so much war and cruelty. Maybe because it is so beautiful and had survived so much. Maybe because it has been with us so long and connects us with so many.
I find myself saying what we say in times of loss: How grateful I am to have seen the cathedral; to have climbed its towers and glimpsed its gargoyles; to have taken my children there; to have strolled through it as a young woman and a middle-aged one.
Once, long ago, I was ambling along the Seine on an April evening. The light was slanting low in the sky and throwing the old stones and the spire into high relief. It was a scene of incomparable beauty. I had no camera at the time, so I told myself, remember this, remember it always.
I did — and I'm remembering it now.