I wrote this two years ago. Facebook memories reminded me and I decided I wanted to save it here.
As it turned out, Ed officiated the funeral in Memphis a few days later where we celebrated Sara Rachel’s life.. Dale and Kathleen and their children, Lyle and Sara Rachel were amongst our earliest new friends after we married. Dale and Kathy demonstrated Hospitality in ways that formed me. From 4th of July omelets and cantaloupe to Rivka stew to anything aubergine to celebrations in which a beautiful and very large round of cheese was the focal point, we celebrated. Life brought changes, many of them painful. In the rift that death brings, I was fortunate to, on varying planes, reconnect with folks who live large in who I am.
And, to demonstrate what’s important and what isn’t… I have no recollection of whatever it was that I let get to me that day.
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Yesterday my heart was just all raggedy. I took something personally that maybe wasn’t all about me, but it opened up a hole and I couldn’t find my way back. I tried to get outside of myself- and sort of did- but I still had a lump in my throat all day. I went to see the Mr Rogers movie and cried all the way through. Then last night, just as I was getting in bed, I got a message from a friend. His daughter died. My raggedy heart felt his pain from far across the country. 💔💔💔
These felt decorations were made by my grandmother, Emma Mae, to decorate the front of a tablecloth for a tea she hosted. Gra had a raggedy heart, too. She was widowed when my daddy was only 4, another baby already in the grave. I don’t know why she sewed all those tiny little beads on there, but I love them.
“ The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me...he has sent me to bring good news to the oppressed, to bind up the brokenhearted to proclaim liberty to the captives, and to release the prisoners. Isaiah 61:1
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