There have already been three popes in my lifetime. The first one died when I was four. The second one also died when I was four. For 27 years, I only knew one pope. I don’t know who will come next. And I’m not even sure I liked this one. But it’s the only one I know. He was there when I visited the Vatican, and I saw him once in my hometown in 1986. Somehow, I will miss him.
Bavarian public buildings, like this one a few blocks from my house, are mourning him.
