Transition time day 1: Thursday

I was there at the church for the St. Patrick’s Day seniors service and afternoon tea.

I arrived at the church to see a note on my favourite parking spot beside the door - reserved 24/7. I went elsewhere. The new priest coming in has the best reserved spot.

There was a note on the rector’s door - I am not finished yet.

I looked around for my altar guild colleague. The altar was all ready for the service. I met my colleague in the kitchen getting ready for the tea.

There were about 10 people at the service. When Dana came in she sounded awful. She waved folks away - no hugs please. She had a dreadful cold and had major dental surgery earlier in the week. She said the cold was because of her physical and emotional and spiritual breakdown. Of course that made me feel sad.

The service was gentle and easy.

As we left the chapel together she thanked me for my personal note and said that she would treasure it. I am so glad that I did this when I did.

At tea time I sat across the table from Dana. As she left she said - I will see you soon.

I told two of my colleagues about Dana really liking my note and one said - of course she would and the other said - that is about your connection with her.