Monday, June 20, 2005
The Sacred and the Profane
During the memorial service for my friend Ken Allison, we sang "Amazing Grace." Ever since my Mom's services four years ago, I have been unable to sing the third verse of that song without choking back tears:
Through many dangers, toils and snares
we have already come.
T'was Grace that brought us safe thus far
and Grace will lead us home.
It happened again Saturday, and I was extremely grateful that my Sweetie was there for support. These moments make me feel like a piece of onion skin: so thin and fragile. As painful as these moments can be, I cherish them all the same. I know that both Ken and my Mom would appreciate them as well.