A parishioner died Friday night. She fell Thursday, went into surgery on Friday, came out and died two hours later. Her husband had been a Presbyterian minister, not at this church, I don't think, perhaps so. She taught Sunday school until she had a stroke. She was well loved. I visited her once and then she began to come to church, though it was a chore for her to climb up the steep "handicap access" ramp with her walker. (It is really too steep for any but the able bodied.)
Her daughter came to tell the congregation today. She said she would find someone else to do the funeral, but I said I would. I will miss her.