Apologies for the delay in serving up something new. I been beat with the youth retreat here, which has been going really, really well though. The fruits thus far:
-Meeting new people, including a young man whose intelligence is as intimidating for it's depth as it is admirable for it's humility; someone I knew when he was like 5 or 6 (!) and who has grown up into this really cool kid; a girl who loves to laugh and smile and is really good at both of them; a master thespian; and a sweet guy who always wants to make people happy, and the main weapon in his arsenal is an unending supply of quotes from Homestarrunner.com (including most of the lines from Homsar, which are rare but priceless);
-the honing of my ping-pong skills;
-a total and complete whooping in basketball by one Nate Davis and my brother-in-law;
-Indian food for lunch (that's always a good day);
-an idea for a presentation on the face and nature of religious persecution in the US;
-and an atmosphere of love and happiness hard to match in most places you can travel to.
We also talked over the weekend a lot about detachment. That's something I've been thinking about a lot lately. I think the third stage in my grieving/recovery/learning process has been detaching myself not just from the dreams I mentioned earlier, but also those things I 'learned' about death growing up. People often use phrases like 'losing someone', or 'fear for the worst'. The thing is I didn't lose my Mom. I know exactly where she is. And the worst didn't happen. For her it was probably the best thing. And while it's hard for us that have to pick up the pieces in this life, in our darkest hours we have the unending comfort that my Mother and Grandfather are in a place surrounded by love and happiness for the rest of time, and that we'll soon (relatively) join them there.