Tag: sorrow

Bruce

Seven years ago Bruce sat next to me on a flight out of Nashville. We both changed planes in Detroit and there I frantically wrote down as much of our conversation as I could remember. His heavy southern drawl forced me to listen to… Continue Reading “Bruce”

Ashokan Farewell

It felt like such a private moment. The delicate strains of the violin playing Ashokan Farewell swirled around us in the great sanctuary. I watched her play, and then I had to look away. It was Bob Herst’s memorial service. I knew that I needed to… Continue Reading “Ashokan Farewell”

Overlap

The following is the text of what I read at the reception for Sam and Donna, my newly-married son and his beautiful wife. Enjoy. Once we had a guy re-shingle our carport roof – a mostly flat roof, only slightly pitched downward from house… Continue Reading “Overlap”

Pieces of Stewart

The following is the text of what I said at my brother’s memorial service. My siblings and I carry little pieces of Stewart in our hearts and in the way we live our lives. Each of us reflects Stewart in little ways. Today I… Continue Reading “Pieces of Stewart”

A New Notepad

It became a theme. A legal pad with only a few pages written upon. When I found the first few of these on his kitchen table, I laughed and commented to his friend, “I can’t believe he only uses a few pages on each… Continue Reading “A New Notepad”

The Receiving Line

One by one they took my hand. “I’m Sally, Stewart’s sister,” I would say.  Then they would tell me their name and how they knew Stewart. From the food bank. “I volunteered with Stewart at the food bank. We could always count on him.”… Continue Reading “The Receiving Line”

Ash Wednesday

It was an ominous way to begin Lent. An early morning phone call let me know that my oldest brother, Stewart, had passed away from a heart attack. And I stood in the kitchen, and I stared at the wall And I prayed for… Continue Reading “Ash Wednesday”