I am so behind in writing on my blog. I have finished three books and some articles that I can think of since I last wrote, so I will take some time to try and get my reviews and comments online. I will try to put them up one day at a time so that I don’t write too many words at once (you know I only have so many words). I also like putting them online, because it helps me keep track of what I am reading.
Last week is kind of a blur with Margaret taking a turn for the worse, making the decision to stop chemo, going home to Mike’s on Friday and dying on Sunday afternoon. It was a whirlwind — but very appropriate for Margaret — she was always on the go!
There is a huge hole here at the church, because Margaret was always here. Driving us crazy at times, but always trying to help. I loved to tease Margaret and call her a saint, but she really was a saint. Someone just stuck their head in my office to talk about her — it is going to be a long time before we heal.
Margaret’s husband, John, was the first funeral I performed at Ridge on October 12, 1998. I never really knew John, but Margaret was a dear, dear friend. The year after John died, Margaret traveled with a group from Ridge to the Holy Land — it was a wonderful experience. When I go home tonight I will try to find a picture from that trip and add it to this blog.
Friday, we will celebrate Margaret’s life. And it will be quite a celebration. Ridge Church was her family, and she never knew a stranger! She no doubt is busy doing what she understood her Christian role to be: feeding the hungry, clothing the naked, welcoming the stranger! Well done, good and faithful servant!