Saturday was gloriously beautiful, a pleasant change from the horrific weather that brought so much grief to so many Houstonians last week. The roads were choking with traffic. I suspect that most of the people of the city had cabin fever from being forced to stay inside for so long. It took me almost an hour to travel from my home to a destination in League City that should been little more than a thirty minute excursion. Driving might have been a source of extreme frustration were my mind not occupied with other thoughts. Instead, I found myself reveling in the buzz of activity playing out all around me. I realized at that moment that I am still very much a part of “this thing called life” and that was somehow a comfort to me.
I was on a very important mission, the last hurrah if you will for an old classmate. Eventually I reached St. Mary’s Catholic Church, the place where my friend, Chris, lay in quiet repose. He was all decked out in a Hawaiian shirt which somehow managed to make me smile even in the face of such a somber occasion. We had of course all assembled to pay our last respects to Chris and his family, a solemn duty that is never easy regardless of the circumstances. Continue reading “The Gathering”
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