January 27, 2024
Drove through the downpour to sing at S’s funeral. I’m grateful that she’s easy to remember before the dementia that tarnished and then ended her life. She was one of my first friends at All Souls: Susan, Nancy Reid, Jane Bingham, Bonnie, all gone. S was always so much herself, healthy and stringent in mind and body, earning a long and rewarding old age, which was stolen from her. May the demons of that horrible disease sink into the earth and be known no more.
Listening on repeat to “O Bethany Rejoice– Byzantine Chant for St. Lazarus.”
Lord, give me what You have made me want
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