I’ve obviously been away from the blog for a few days. I’ve kind of been in a bunkered down mode since the plane crash. I been reflecting on some of the larger issues in life, and haven’t felt like writing much on current events.
On Tuesday I attended the memorial service in Dalton, GA. The nearly three-hour long service included life sketches, photographs, music, memories, and some preaching. I thought Jeremy Arnall’s was the most effective in conveying a sense of who his brother was. Undoubtedly it was extremely difficult to talk of his twin brother on that stage, but Jeremy was very composed.
One of the most moving moments of the service was when Dave Cress’s eight-year-old daughter played a hymn on the piano. She, likewise, held up very well. I, on the other hand, found the thing to be very difficult to watch.
On the flip side, I did get to visit with a few former Cohutta Springs Camp co-workers who I hadn’t seen in several years. It’s regrettable that it took this event to bring us together. But their companionship made the evening a little easier to take.
Brian,
I know this doesn’t mean much coming from a professed agnostic, but I understand and feel your pain. I was raised Catholic, and there are a number of priests who helped mold me into who I am today. I still highly respect them and their pureness of direction and guidance. IT would wound me deeply to learn of their tragic loss. So I fully understand your loss. FWIW.
However, it is up to us, all of us, to fight for what is right, and make our communities a better place, in their memories. That is after all, the essence of what they taught all of us, and what better way to preserve their memories…