A woman I knew who did extensive volunteer work serving hot meals to anyone who showed up, including homeless people, at her church every Sunday, has died.
On Sunday mutual friends and her minister had been trying to reach her hoping to visit her in the hospital. They weren't sure of which hospital as she had sent a message that she was going in but made light of the whole thing and said she'd talk to them in a few days. They felt concerned not hearing back from her. Certainly she didn't expect to die. This morning we are dealing with the notion that it must have been her time. But here's the situation: She didn't die of Covid but certainly Covid deaths will effect her due to the back log of funerals, burials, and cremations. So there's a feeling of irony as well as confusion about a memorial service. Her boyfriend is in shock.
I had been thinking of her so strongly on Sunday.
She was no nonsense and known for keeping order. She was respected by those she worked with and those she served. She was known for looking in on her neighbors. She took food to them when they were unable to leave the house.
This woman took blankets around to people who needed them. She cared about the man who had taken up residence on the bus bench in view of her building.
After a while people took to knocking on her door when they needed something. Now all those people are on their own.
And so the word is out that she's not coming back to her earth home.
But I don't want to say Rest In Peace because I can't imagine someone so active taking an eternal snooze in the After Life. I can imagine her being a leader and ordering some snoozers to get off their heavenly sofas and move their butts!
I imagine she is blessed.
Goodbye!
