Where There Is Despair… Hope

I want to pass along my deepest thanks to everyone from myself, and from my entire family. Your support and prayers have meant so much to us as we’ve struggled through this first week following my sister’s death in an automobile accident.

When two of my friends, Kris and Michele, asked me a few days ago how I’ve been doing, I told them that I thought I was managing reasonably well — until I opened the refrigerator door, and saw my address book sitting on the top shelf inside, shivering miserably. Another hour passed before it even dawned on me that if the address book was in the fridge… where had I put the cottage cheese?

It hurts to laugh, but my sister would have found that uproarious, especially since I am known for remembering exactly where I left items, regardless of when and where I put them down.

Someday, I’m sure, we’ll be together again, laughing at our foibles.

I just wish she hadn’t been called ahead so soon.

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.

—– St. Francis of Assisi

categories Village Life | JAS | datetime March 5, 2007 11:25 pm

  • By Jeanne, March 6, 2007 @ 9:53 am

    Your sister Vicki is my friend and co-worker. I am so sorry about this sudden loss for your family. It is such a bad shock and I understand. I read Dorothy’s obituary and found such an interesting and unique person. I hope that being together will help your family find some comfort. My sincere sympathy during your very difficult time. Sincerely, Jeanne

  • By Dave Skiles, March 7, 2007 @ 8:23 am

    Judy – We share this place earth until He says it’s time for you to go. My son asked me at the age of four what happens when you die. I told him you go out and live and live and live and then … your outa here. So Dorothy got an early out and the rest of us have to slog on until our number gets called. Enjoy the other side of the toast as long as you can.

  • By Rose (Hamel) Scovel, March 7, 2007 @ 10:22 am

    I too, am sorry for your family’s loss. I went to high school with Paul and Cathy and knew them through band. If you wouldn’t mind sharing their addresses I would like to send a card, as would my brother and sister-in-law who also went to school with Cathy and were in band with her.

  • By Jennifer, March 7, 2007 @ 10:27 am

    I’ve been trying to find my old friend Cathy from high school for a long time now, only to find out from another old friend that this happened. Could you please pass on my hugs and sympathy to Cathy, as well as my email address?

    [email address edited out by JAS to prevent Jennifer from getting spammed by bots!]

    I remember her mom fondly, she was so sweet. She also had some really good stories to tell.

    –Jennifer (Shields) Jamieson

  • By JAS, March 8, 2007 @ 12:58 am

    Rose and Jennifer – I’ve forwarded your comments on to Paul and Cathy so they can reply to you directly. Best Regards – JAS.

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