Sorrow and Love Flow Mingled Down
One of my favorite stories: a while back, we were studying the book of Ruth together, and-- spurred by questions about Ruth gleaning in the field-- Ben (the rector, and only man present) went onto a side tangent about the work expected of a woman of the time. It was not an easy life; providing food, clothing and shelter care and maintenance could be backbreaking, exhausting tasks.
After hearing the litany of responsibilities, a woman named Dee piped up. "And then at the end of the day you're still not done," she said. "Because about the time you collapse into bed, what do you hear from the other side of the mattress? 'Hey, baby, come on over here...'
"I'm telling you," she continued, "it makes polygamy look pretty good!"
On Saturday, I will serve as deacon at Dee's funeral. She died yesterday, after battling cancer for the last couple years. She was a feisty joy until nearly the end, and I am grateful for the gift that she has been in my life, and I am purely going to miss her.
May her soul, and the souls of all the departed, rest in peace.
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