The relocation of our dear friends to Michigan has been so sad and surreal that I half-expected to see them at church yesterday. But no, Schuyler wasn’t dutifully setting up the church laptop, Levi wasn’t running around with a big piece of Eucharist bread, and Maggie wasn’t stopping everything to look into my eyes and ask, “how are you?”. They’re really gone. Oh, man.
I want to write a properly exhaustive tribute, but that would be, well, exhausting. Their honesty and openness to a challenge both personally overwhelming and widely misunderstood was humbling, and inspiring. When we were spending so much time at the hospital, they visited regularly, and in fact brought us Two Amy’s pizza (twice!). Maggie wrote a beautiful tribute to my son (which I unconsciously plagiarized for my eulogy), and faced some very difficult challenges of her own with strength and earnestness. Schuyler wrote a withering, dead-nuts, loyal critique of DC hypocrisy (and of those who are critical of DC hypocrisy) in his critically acclaimed guest slot at the mighty WhyIHateDC blog (oh, and this one was almost as good). And, in spite of my independence and his bravado, he brought his compassionate expertise to bear for every single one of our carseat installations. Levi’s newfound appreciation of bread, and celebrated love of ‘mangojuice’, and his sweet prediction that, “I think Baby Ella will love it!” will long be remembered around our house.
Their contributions to our church family, and to my personal family, cannot be overstated. I don’t think I could have made it through the last two years without them.