Excerpt from funeral message, part 1) You can tell a lot about people by the books they own, and even more by the books they read. Most of my mom’s books are about the animals, birds, fish and other creatures in which she found such joy. When she came to our house ten weeks ago,… Continue reading being led
giving thanks
I'm officiating at mom's funeral Friday. Here is part of what I need to say: ------------------------------------- On behalf of my mom, I’d like to thank you for being here today. She was a friend to many, and many are here today to honor her. And I honor you, for your faithfulness to her, your love… Continue reading giving thanks
obituary
Bonnie Joan Metts died peacefully in her sleep last night. She was 74. Born on November 7, 1933 in Naples, Florida, she was the daughter of Jack and Mary Prince. Although she came from a family of some means, her own mom was killed in an auto accident when she was four and her Dad… Continue reading obituary
doing math
Dying is largely a matter of subtraction. Ten days ago mom stopped going to the bathroom. Five days ago, on Sunday, she stopped eating. Tuesday she stopped drinking. Or talking. Her eyes lost their ability to track us, and she closed them, for good it appears. Tonight, I’m sitting by her bed waiting for the… Continue reading doing math
traveling mercies
One of these mornings You're going to rise up singing Then you'll spread your wings And you'll take to the sky From Summertime, George Gershwin The Tamiami Trail was finished in 1928, five years before my mom was born. It was an amazing feat for its time, built across an impenetrable swamp over 12 years… Continue reading traveling mercies
the daysman 