How does one write about the passing of a friend … especially when the friend transcended lines of age and generation? Besides, she would be a little “pi@@%d off” (her preferred phrase) if I used my time (and yours) on such a “silly topic” to begin with. But some things need to be noted in the fabric of time and within the framework of one’s spiritual development.

My friend, Kay, was 93 when she completed her journey from this life this morning around 4:30. She was active right up until this last weekend when she fell and suffered the multiple subdural hematomas that eventually felled this giant of a soul.

When, twenty-plus years ago, I was doubting the suitability of my entering professional ministry because of all the facts I’ve listed below, it was she who served as one of the anchors that let me drift around and know I was still linked to the real church, i.e. the one based in social justice and the mandate for the poor. Between her and my mother (who said, “God ordained you …. only God can take it away”) I was blessed by strong, wise womEnergy and that indomitable spirit that has been handed down since the beginning of time.

So to the Universe, I say, “Thank you, Godde, for Kay’s life and the way(s) it shaped me into who I am; Thank you, Kay’s family for allowing me to hang out at the periphery; and Thank you, Kay, for more than I could ever name or number.”