The Quiet Quilt

When you've lived in 56572 as long as I have, you would know that this second week in April 2008 was unlike any previous week. Town felt like it had been hit by a grief tsunami. Words were difficult to come by.

We were and are a community in need of a huge blanket. Make that a quilt. What we may not realize is that the quilt is being stitched for us piece by piece, quietly, and not just in church basements.

Tomorrow we will all bear the pall for the Weishairs. The weight will be about all we can collectively bear, but we will bear it.