Grief

During my regular visit to Morningside Assisted Living facility this morning, I learned that one of my favorite residents, Mrs. Frances, has died. Frances is the one who always, without fail, requested The Warsaw Concerto when I asked for hymn requests. The concerto is not a sing-along number, but I tried to end every program with it–just for her. But no more. I feel a profound sense of loss, not only for Frances, but for George’s nephew, BJ, who died last Sunday, for my neighbor, Luanne, who lost her daughter-in-law a few months ago, and for so many others. Grief has been on my mind because of the way it irrevocably changes us and because of its constant presence, on the far side of the curtain.   In the Wings Grief, standing in the wings, rues...