A lovely day tinged with goodbye. It was sunny and warm, and of course, the keeper had to go to a funeral and work. We spent most of the day inside. She did give us some new mice to chase. WOW. Eventually she came home and told us about the funeral for Fr. Joe Doogan, who was an unbelieveably humble man, faithful to his priesthood and through his ministry, built so much. She said that the stories were many and they captured his holiness and his fervent embrace of life. Very inspiring--he emptied his life out for people, and so many were there they needed a video feed to another room. She saw 100s of her favorite people and her 6th grade teacher was a gift bearer.
Then, we got to watch a PBS segment about the death of Abraham Lincoln and how the people mourned wildly and she said that she hadn't realized how radical he was and the pain of the country which had just come through the war and in shock about how they could ever reconstruct without him. Then she recited parts of Walt Whitman to us, " When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd and the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d—"
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