Thank You, Dolly
I slowly make my way up the familiar steps of my childhood church. While not my weekly home of worship anymore, there's something meaningful about this place and all the memories I have from the years I spent here. With the exception of a Christmas Eve service last December, the only thing that's been bringing me here for over a year has been the passing of old friends I knew from here. It's been the strangest thing - four fixtures in this faith community gone within fifteen months. I can't help but feel their absence from my life after such a long time. Even though I wasn't regularly spending time with most of these people anymore, I always looked forward to seeing them at special events or would find myself reminiscing about good times spent together in the past. But now, as I enter the church doors, I'm here yet again to say goodbye. This time to Dolly. Dolly was a unique one without question. I first met her when my family came to this church when I was ab...
