In the past several weeks, it seems that I've been writing about the deaths of an unusual number of people from my various communities. First there was blogger friend,
Kirstin. Then there was another blogger friend,
Göran. Then there was
Frank, David@Montreal's cousin, for whom we prayed for a number of years. Next, Tim Chesterton's friend,
Joe, husband and father of four. And then, the boy,
Jori, from my own town, brutally murdered by his father. I probably don't have the list in the proper order, but death seems all around. I realize that death is always all around, that death is a part of life, but when so many come within a relatively short period, it tends to overwhelm.
I'm so very grateful for the Episcopal Church's
Book of Common Prayer, with its treasure trove of prayers for those who have died and for those who grieve. I can't think how I would write about the deaths without the comfort the prayers give to me, and, I hope, to others.
