February 22nd, 2009 | Published in Listening
I just returned from the gathering where the family received the friends and community. At the end of the line was a young teenage girl who I didn’t recognize. She held out her hand and introduced herself to me, “I’m Kate, Peter’s oldest daughter.” I looked into her eyes, and the enormity of the loss washed over me. I just looked at Kate for a moment, and feeling totally lost about it all in my own heart and spirit as I stood in front of her, saying nothing I hugged her. Sometimes that’s the best or only listening you can do.