Grief, and awe

Kirstin Paisley

Rob was a soft-spoken, gentle soul, with the driest sense of humor on the planet. Easter before last, I was serving. I was wearing an alb, and carrying a torch. We were singing "My Jesus Rose." I forgot what I was wearing, and what I was holding, and clapped my hands--thus getting wax all over me.

I was slinking around, looking for an Altar Guild member to confess to, when I bumped into Rob. I asked him, "Now what should I do?" He answered me quietly and completely deadpan, save for a twinkle in his eye:

"Well, you're going to hell now."

I'm still working at the Ranch, and couldn't participate in the vigil that the community kept for him. But everyone who reported back to me told me that he was surrounded by love. People from our community took two-hour shifts, around the clock, to be with him. Jack played his harp for him. The Brothers were with him. His nieces were with him.

Last night, after he died, Ken and Jenny went to Kate and Angela's. They connected me by speaker phone, and we all read Compline for Rob. This impulse to pray--and their desire to figure out a way to include me after I sobbed on the phone that I needed people to pray with--is a piece of the love we all share. The same love that celebrated with me at our parish weekend, when I got up and told a story, completely confidently and without ever once tripping over my mouth.

I know what lifted Rob as he left us. And I know that same beam of light would be focused on any of us in a millisecond, if we needed it.

I remain in awe.

Safe passage

Kirstin Paisley

As I write this, members of our community are keeping vigil with Rob. He is held in the same circle of love that I was so touched by last weekend. The hands that squeezed mine in celebration, are easing his journey to the illimitable Love who embraces us all.

I’m 70 miles away, reading e-mail updates from friends who have visited him at CPMC. You all say the same thing: he is receiving wonderful care, and is surrounded by love. Our community is present with him, around the clock. The Brothers are there. His nieces are with him. Jack played his harp; the same harp he played for us three days ago.

I am in awe, of love. There is an unspeakable sweetness in this. I know Rob, and I know our God; I know that he is safe, in good hands, and going from love, to Love. I’m aware of my own sadness, and we will miss him tremendously. Right now, though, he is being given a gentle, attentive passing. You are doing the “work of the people.” And doing it beautifully and well.

I want you to know, also, that Rob is being prayed for at the Bishop’s Ranch. Jack Dowling and I talked about him, and I lit a candle in the chapel. I’ll do it again, tomorrow. We are with you, and with Rob.

My prayers and my love go with you.