an incomplete tribute

As I read through emails from more than a decade ago, I was struck by how positive and loving my mom was. She was truly my biggest fan, but furthermore an incredible example of resiliency. As she overcame a horrendous violent crime against her by a serial killer, she emailed me this passage from St. Francis:

Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.

grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved, as to love.


  1. How fortunate are we, to have been lucky enough to know her? Fortunate beyond measure.


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