On Saturday afternoon I was at Mass in a town not too far from where I live. I follow a certain priest around the suburbs of Chicago. His name is Father Tony, and his messages lift my heart up. While listening to his homily, he mentioned that a deacon that served at the church I also frequent had passed away. He had passed away that morning. I wasn’t close to Deacon Tom, but I am close with his wife, Mimi. My heart broke for the new widow. What an incredible shock for the parish of Mary Queen of Heaven!
Three days later, my mom texted me saying the founder of the Dystonia Medical Research Foundation passed away. Joel Farber was full of energy and love. Beth was his daughter, and she is on a mission to cure dystonia. I genuinely admire her. The family that founded the Foundation back in the 1970s has helped countless people. I’m glad they did the grunt work so I could get the support I needed decades later.
I’m a part of many beloved communities. There is a season
for everything, a time to laugh, a time to weep, I am incredibly grateful for
community even if we are weeping together. These communities mean everything to
me; they are my people.I will show up for them no matter what because at the end of the day, relationships matter.
My heart goes out to Texas. Call your congress person about common sense gun laws now.
Love,
Hannah!
