It wasn’t just her laugh. Yes, so much, it was her laugh. That. Big. Massive. Explosive. Wonderful. Laugh. But it was also her love. And her relentless hope. And wisdom disguised in silly outfits, strength wrapped in funky jewelry, steadfast service dipped in one-line jokes. It was the way she loved children. It was the way she loved strangers. A lot of the time, it was the way she loved me. Like no one else did. But mostly, it was the way she loved you. With everything she had and was and did and laughed and danced and played and everything. All of her. It was how she loved you in big, bold, radical ways. How she loved you in genuine, giving real people the real shirts off her real back ways. And how she loved you in the silent and secret ways, ways I’ll never even know. It is still, how I am closer to you because I know how she loved you. It’s still, how I hold stronger hope in you, because I know how real you were to her. It’s still, it’s always, it will ever be, how she taught and showed and helped all of us to love you, in how she lived her life for you. Relentlessly. Hilariously. With so much joy.
O God, and I know my her isn’t your only one. O God, for all your hers. O God, for all the saints.
Today and always.
The Rev. Erin Counihan serves as pastor at Oak Hill Presbyterian Church (PCUSA) in St. Louis, MO. She blogs at http://www.somewhatreverend.wordpress.com.
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