From Elizabeth Wilson
I heard the news about Gary when we were in the middle of the Himalayas in Nepal last week. We were at the top of a
mountain and Tibetan prayer flags were fluttering all over that place. When I
got up the next morning, the sun was rising and I noticed these particular
flags. As you probably already know, prayers are written on the flags and then
the flags are placed in high places so that the wind will spread the blessings
all over the world. This particular strand had obviously been spreading its
blessings for a very long time, as you can see that it is tattered and faded.
Blessings had quietly been flowing from it for years. Just like with Gary . As I watched the beautiful light
transform this tired strand into a beautiful sight, it made me think of how his
body slowly lost its strength over the past few years but how now, and always,
we will feel the blessings that moved through him into all of us who loved him
and touched many who never knew him. There will be a big hole in our
Thanksgivings together- I will miss his warm smile and hugs, his colorful
sweaters, the way he grabbed babies and loved on them so beautifully, the way
he looked at you.
I love you, Nancy. Helen, Margaret, and
I will be with you all in spirit as you all gather on May 10 to
celebrate Gary 's life and all his blessings that still blow in the wind.
Love,