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