As I look at my calendar for today, I see an appointment with my spiritual director. I’ll keep space for you, Sister Carol, as you always did for me.

In the wake of her sudden death, my heart finds a sweet, sorrowful comfort in the words of “Good Night, Dear Heart,” a song that encapsulates the epitaph by Mark Twain on his daughter’s tombstone.

Warm summer sun, 
shine kindly here
Warm gentle breeze,
blow softly here.
Green sod above,
lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night.

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