Misty Sunday morning, I was listening to this song by John Denver:
What a friend we have in time
Gives us children, makes us wine
Tells us what to take or leave behind
And the gifts of growing old
Are the stories to be told
Of the feelings more precious than gold
Friends I will remember you, think of you
Pray for you
And when another day is through
I'll still be friends with you
Babies days are never long
Mother's laugh is baby's song
Gives us all the hope to carry on
Friends I will remember you, think of you
Pray for you
And when another day is through
I'll still be friends with you
Friends I will remember you,
Think of you, pray for you
And when another day is through
I'll still be Friends with You
Friends I will remember you,
Think of you, pray for you
And when another day is through
I'll still be Friends with You
Yesterday I attended the Memorial Mass for a well-loved colleague who died at age 70 of colon cancer. I knew her for all the twenty-one years I have been at the Mount; so many of the colleagues from those years were at this funeral that I felt as though I were in one of my "convention dreams" come to life.
Time tells us what to take and leave behind. It made me think of all the friends during all these 73 years of my life... who I've taken with me, and who I've left behind.
artist: Charles Courtney Curran
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