Hunger Is Not a Disease

Robyn

Robin gracefully sat in front of the closet and helped the shoppers choose a couple of items.  Robyn lived in Mt. Tremper.  Her living situation seemed to be somewhat precarious because every few months she would be looking for a new place to live.  I think she lived in her car a couple of times.

During shopping lulls, Robyn addressed envelope after envelope after envelope for the fundraising letters we sent out several times each year.  So, really, Robyn worked 2 jobs in the hallway:  Items of Dignity and fundraising.

One afternoon Robyn came to my home.  “Phoebe died yesterday Thurman.  I need a place to bury her”.  We found a quiet place in my garden under a Japanese Willow tree.  She and Barry dug a grave and placed Phoebe, her beloved cat, wrapped in a rug, in the freshly dug hole.  After all the earth had been placed over Phoebe, Barry emptied a large bag of mulch over the grave and I offered a prayer.

The next morning, as I walked by the area, I saw that Robyn had placed a cross as a headstone.  There was also a little bouquet of fresh flowers for Phoebe placed on the grave.

Thanks for reading this post.

Peace and food for all.

Thurman Greco

Woodstock, NY