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Man, I love the internet. This morning, I am watching people be kind to each other - helping grieving UMMB students.
So often when someone dies, there is often little you can do beyond getting in touch to offer sympathy. Maybe bring food? Go to the wake or funeral? Be there in a week or a month when they need if, it they will let you in. Growing up in the parsonage, I saw the kindness and ingenuity of so many people figuring out more to do. I try to use that whenever I can.
It swells my heart to see all the things people are figuring out to do for these kids, and for the alums across the world who are feeling the "burning hot poker" of grief.
People are making phone calls, emailing, tweeting, posting to FB and LJ and writing articles in the newspaper. They're getting together for lunch with old friends to hug and cry.
In Michigan, the local people who live around the stadium in Ann Arbor came out in droves to cheer for practice last night.
The Cayahoga Falls, Ohio h.s. band moms ("Black Tiger Nation") are talking up people to prep food and crowds w/signs to welcome them. Making phone calls to other h.s. bands to be there.
Memories pour into new FB groups in the form of heartfelt words, slideshows, old photos, old videos, video montages.
There's a great Boston Globe article by a band alum w/ videos of the band from 1982 to last night.
http://www.boston.com/ae/specials/culturedesk/2010/09/thank_you_mr_parks_a_remembran.html?p1=Local_Links
I didn't know Mr. Parks, but wow have I learned a lot about him in 24 hours. My college didn't have a football team. I was never in band or played a mobile instrument, but even I want to stand up and march in perfect formation when I hear him talk.
There is good in this world. And good people. Don't forget it.
So often when someone dies, there is often little you can do beyond getting in touch to offer sympathy. Maybe bring food? Go to the wake or funeral? Be there in a week or a month when they need if, it they will let you in. Growing up in the parsonage, I saw the kindness and ingenuity of so many people figuring out more to do. I try to use that whenever I can.
It swells my heart to see all the things people are figuring out to do for these kids, and for the alums across the world who are feeling the "burning hot poker" of grief.
People are making phone calls, emailing, tweeting, posting to FB and LJ and writing articles in the newspaper. They're getting together for lunch with old friends to hug and cry.
In Michigan, the local people who live around the stadium in Ann Arbor came out in droves to cheer for practice last night.
The Cayahoga Falls, Ohio h.s. band moms ("Black Tiger Nation") are talking up people to prep food and crowds w/signs to welcome them. Making phone calls to other h.s. bands to be there.
Memories pour into new FB groups in the form of heartfelt words, slideshows, old photos, old videos, video montages.
There's a great Boston Globe article by a band alum w/ videos of the band from 1982 to last night.
http://www.boston.com/ae/specials/culturedesk/2010/09/thank_you_mr_parks_a_remembran.html?p1=Local_Links
I didn't know Mr. Parks, but wow have I learned a lot about him in 24 hours. My college didn't have a football team. I was never in band or played a mobile instrument, but even I want to stand up and march in perfect formation when I hear him talk.
There is good in this world. And good people. Don't forget it.
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