My friend Lillian Champion died today. It’s difficult to be sad, given Lillian’s joyous reunion with her adoring husband Hubert, who died in 2007, and her daughter, Marjorie, who was killed during the 9-11 attack at the Pentagon. So it isn’t so much sadness I feel as just downright loneliness. The storytellers in my life are dying off. My circle of friends is whittling down.
Without question 2017 is going down in my ledger as a harsh year. Yes, there have been good moments – niece Jessica got engaged today to a fella who loves her almost as much as we do – but for the most part, 2017 has been a year of taking. A year of suffering for far too many of my people and even those far-away folks whose names I don’t know.