It would seem that I am back from my hiatus and with much to tell.
I continue to settle in here, or attempt to any how. But whatever petty crisis or miniscule matter of the hour has been preempted by the death of a friend.
I was checking up on Drewcifer by reading his on line diary. He mentioned that a former co-worker of his had passed away. I phoned with the intention of consoling him only to discover I too would need comfort. It turned out to be someone we both worked with, Moira.
I search now for all the clever witty banter I pride myself on when writing, but I am truly at a loss. I have nothing prolific or cute to say. Anything I write seems like a dull cliche.
Moira was truly lit from with in and her joy of living was truly infectious (see "cliche"). Yet it is true. She was such an intriguing contradiction, this blonde bombshell who could see the world with child like wonderment one second and the next would quote and explain the works of our greatest philosophers.
She was so dedicated to and involved with the community. She was tirelessly dedicated to the plight of the homeless, and children in need. From her days with us at Hamilton Family Center to now with Ignatian Solidarity Network, she did so much.
I am thrown back to mornings spent in her office as she would tell me of her latest dating foible and I would in my infinite wisdom (or lack thereof) would attempt to unravel the mystery of the man behind the current flowers and box of candy.
Afternoon coffee breaks when I would try to explain the social mores of the gay community as I understood them.
These moments are barely a thread in the tapestry that made her life and by me they were taken for granted. I am left feeling like I wanted to know her so much better than I did.
So now, I sit and ponder how many more moments have I, have we all taken for granted? It's easy to do when you have(presumably)over half of the rest of your life to live.
Tomorrow is not promised to you- as my mom always says.... So what are you going to do right now?
I don't have the answer myself.
I just know that this part of the universe has had something vital and amazing stolen from it. When I was younger my parents used to tell me that when God took someone, it was because heaven needed them more than we did. Heaven just got one of it's boldest most beautiful angels. But I'm confused....
Angels aren't supposed to die.
