I meet a retired friend monthly for breakfast. He asked me this morning how I was doing and I said the first thing that came to my mind: it's been a strenuous month. A long-term friend passed away at the beginning of March, someone who had been part of my created family, godmother to my daughter. On Saturday we had the memorial for her; I did a reading which was a comfort as it gave me something to focus on but the experience wiped me for the weekend. I also sang in a concert Sunday, further draining me but also giving me some strength as performing always seems to do. More and more funerals, more and more conversations about loved ones with dementia. As my breakfast companion noted, we used to go to more baptisms than funerals but the balance shifted somewhere along the way. In my youth when I had the knees I was born with I ran long-distance for myself, never as part of a school team but steadily from my teenage years through my twenties. I was never fast but I did keep going. Th...
Nancy has been a part of my family's life for many decades now; we were honored to have her serve as our daughter's Godmother. As with all of her family I was privileged to meet, Nancy was bright and found joy in many different things; it is not surprising to me that she served as a librarian (media coordinator) given the breadth of her knowledge and interest and that she served children in the public schools, given that she had so much love to give that it went out beyond her family to the children of Alamance County. On a whim during mass once during the sharing of peace I flashed a Vulcan salute at her and she returned it without hesitation. Our lives are diminished with her passing but her memory is a blessing and I am grateful for it.