Yesterday was the memorial service for our friend Libby . . .
Many moving and beautiful words were said in tribute to this amazing woman who
touched so many lives . . .
It was one of those occasions when people who'd not seen each other for many years tried to figure out just who that white haired woman or elderly man was . .
Some of us have, like Libby and her husband, been here for forty years or more . . .
Long enough to see children grow up, move away, move back, marry, have children . . . long enough for a few of those children to have children . . . at least one of us early back-to the-landers is a great grandmother . . .
It was a fine gathering of community --
and a fine tribute to a woman who did so much for and meant so much to the community.
It was, however, a little unsettling to overhear someone saying to a friend,
"See you next time."
That's what I call a "Send not to know for whom the bell tolls . . ." kind of moment. . .