Katrina, a barrister and mother of three young children, was gunned down while shielding a pregnant friend and colleague from a crazed Islamist gunman who should have been in jail.
I played golf with Sandy occasionally and he talked a lot about his two sons but it was clear that, as with many powerful men, the father-daughter bond was especially intense.
He will be utterly destroyed and such bleak anguish is best expressed in WH Auden’s poem:
“The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.”
(Rev Dr) John Cameron
A horrendous amount of cruelty has been carried out this week in the name of religion.
It makes our little squabbles over gay and female ordination seem almost quaint.