Time stops at random intersections

Ten days that reveal the apparent randomness of life:

Sun Apr 13 -- Jason, aka Prague traveling companion, visits E.C. to see his ailing dad, then comes over to our house where we share a wonderful meal. We bid farewell hoping to catch up with one another in a couple of months.
Thu Apr 17 -- I host a panel discussion at a Bethel University journalism conference that included the very talented Christina Capecchi, a recent Medill journalism grad, MinnPost colleague and former writer for The Catholic Spirit.
Fri Apr 18 -- Jason calls. His father died, after a long illness. Ann agrees to preside at the funeral.
Sun Apr 20 -- I see the rest of Jason's family for the first time in 23 years.
Mon Apr 21 -- At the funeral, as happens at funerals, eras collide: Lisa, Rob, others with whom we have had interconnected lives, gather to bring condolences. Everyone holds in tension the mix of memories, some superlative, some regretful. We commemorate it all.
Tue Apr 22 -- I play hooky from school (for the first time in my grad career) and travel with Jason up to the north woods. The past has its place; the present is 68 degrees and sunny on a grand April day. Many pictures are taken.
Today -- Christina e-mails a group of friends and aquaintances. Emilie, another former Catholic Spirit reporter, has received devastating news. (Her blog, LemmonDrops, is linked at left.) Time stops again at a random intersection where the lives of friends, family, co-workers, spouses, ex-spouses and acquaintances all meet.

Is there a constant through it all? God's promise to us: "Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come, follow me. And I will give you rest." (Listen to Be Not Afraid, by John Michael Talbot).





Ken Tetzloff, 12.29.25-4.17.08