I've been thinking about you all day, Michael all day.
I even went to mass because I felt, well, if it could add in any tiny way to the comfort being sent to Leona from all parts of the globe, then I should do it.
Michael, I went for you too. You see, you would be one of the few who could get me in the doors. Can you see me? Standing outside, wondering, having never been to this church, hardly to any church in recent memory, would the side doors lead me awkwardly into the midst of communion lines? Then what would I do? Stick out my hand and say "Amen"? Michael sent me?
It took me a minute to make my way in. Would I remember the responses? Did you know some of them have CHANGED? Yes, for real. They don't say "It is right to give Him thanks and praise" anymore - at least not at this church; they say something else, I think, "It is right and just"?
Today I didn't feel like it was right or just. I felt like nothing made sense.
But in that not-making-sense-ness, I felt you poking my shoulder, poke poke, as I stood in the back. You tried to get me to laugh. I couldn't help it. I did smile.
I didn't make it to the end, but I did stay through the part where all 200 of us prayed for those family and friends who had died. And so I prayed for you. And I stayed for the "peace be with you" part, and shook some people's hands for you and Leona.
If only you would have stopped nudging me so I could have stopped giggling.
me and my blog brother:
- guess who came to lunch
- global boiling
- in case you're wondering
- michael starts blogsprogs
- more on blogsprogs
- lilting kersplosions
- rauri's breakfast lol (in comments)
- Google is the new CNN
remembering michael o'connor clarke
- goodbye for now, from me
- trafcom news
- missing michael - AKMA
- aerin guy
- connie crosby
- joey devilla
- david weinberger
- Suw Charman-Anderson
- Doc Searls
some of my favs from michael...
- Flackster on corante
- five things you don't know about me
- peaks of cluelessness
- professional testimonials
- social media WTF?
- more online media reflections
- first posts - 2001
- poem - on the walk home
- Ruairi turns 1
I hope that Michael's blogs are preserved - so many great ideas, so much he contributed.
In that, goodness is like love. Not an exchange of market value for a fungible resource; not a path for earning something desired, and certainly not a way to avoid being punished by an icy-hearted magistrate. Goodness earns nothing. Goodness gives good. --AKMA