I have to take a moment to honor Ed Shirley, a friend who died suddenly today.
Ed’s important to this blog because his story rubbed up against mine. We were cohorts at the Franciscan Federation Annual Conference several years ago; he and I had spoken on the phone several times prior to that. I asked/invited him to work with our Action Commissioners, as a member of an Action Circle in Austin, Texas. We hadn’t been able to meet in person before, as I was based in D.C. Ed was unabashedly himself, no apologies: loud, wonderful.
A beautiful example is this facebook message that Ed sent me a few months ago:
“I’m still here!
By the way, I HAVE noticed in your pictures that you have lost weight. I’m trying to say you look great, without implying that you didn’t before (which you looked fine, but I am also not trying to say “You’ve always been hot,” either).
Darned political correctness/fear of offending. Seriously, looking good. I remember you saying you had changed brands of coffee, and that helped. Unfortunately, I don’t drink coffee, so I’m just stuck trying to cut down on ice cream (now, if they came up with a weight loss ice cream, I could get to my high school weight in no time!)”
I snorted at the rock climbing gym when I read his message.
Thank you, dear friend, for allowing me to listen and for sharing your story and making it a piece of mine. You will be missed. Your constant authenticity will help me re-member my own.
*your regular programming (concrete pt 2) will return tomorrow