In February 2013, eleven years from the current time in my past life, Pope Benedict XVI retired.
The news caused a stir throughout the world.
I was still not a Catholic at that time, but communication had become much stronger, and the news had found its way to reach me.
Eighty-six years old and still capable, the Pope said he had grown old and tired but that was a weak argument considering his past colleagues had kept their butts on the seat until life took them off.
The last time a Pope retired was in 1415, nearly six hundred years ago. Pope Benedict's actions caused one of the greatest waves of speculation of the era.
The matters of the Church weren't my concern, so I hadn't put any thought into the words circulating around.
In that same year, on March 13, Francis became Pope, and following that came about the greatest father–grandfather relationship in the Vatican.
This information I had overheard on the radio, from people's mouths, and seen on TV.
