Well it never did rain. The humidity hangs heavy in the air. It parallels my spirit this morning. I'm thinking about E, the young man who committed suicide. I read his obituary. It talked about his love for his family and his passion for music. He has a huge extended family. He is survived by all of his grandparents. I am sad for them all.
I am thinking about our Gannet Girl and her loss. What a blessing it is that she and family are surrounded in such love and beauty. And yet, and yet....
I am thinking about S, whose funeral is ready to be celebrated on Saturday. I have done my best to make this a small gift to him, to honor his life...which I think was not an easy one.
I am thinking about this day seven years ago. It was warm and sunny and bright. When the first plane hit the tower, for a brief innocent moment I thought it was simply an accident. Before. Before the innocence was lost. Before the horror, the unthinkable that changed us all.
I still wish it would rain.
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So much sorrow. Rain would seem appropriate.
Fresh rain...something about newness...about life...
I too think about GG....and weep inside for her loss...and well...I just can't help dwelling in the place of feeling, really feeling, the fragility of life...
Lovely reflection, Kate. Thank you.
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