Today I did a funeral at St. John's in Waterbury of a woman I don't remember.
She was a life-long member and I was there for 21 years--but I didn't remember her.
There was a photo board with dozens of pictures. I looked at them all before the service.
But I didn't remember her.
Was I just not paying attention?
Or was she one of those folks who showed up a lot but didn't do anything else and I just didn't know her?
It bothers me that I don't remember her.
A niece gave a remarkable 6 minute reflection that told me a lot about her.
But I still didn't remember her.
That made me sad, but I talked to her only child, her son, and his three children and they appreciated the service so much it made me feel better.
But I'm still sad that I don't remember her.