In Honor of Ruby Dell Belvin

The end of my trip to the US for Christmas has taken a couple of weird turns. The one which i am least excited about it the amount of time i have spent thinking about death. Yeah, “happy new year”.
Just the other day i attend the funeral of Ruby Dell Belvin. A woman aged 86 years old who was good friends with my family for many of those years. Towards the end of her life she was not very healthy, but she still sought to serve and love the same as she always had. Indeed, she had throughout the years of my life, formed what i know was an amazing legacy of faithfulness.
You see, if there was very much that one could count on, it was Ruby Dell. She was faithful. She was consistent. She was a servant. More than during times of crisis, or need, Ruby Dell loved people during the normal times of their lives.
As we all gathered at her funeral there was an amazing sense (at least for me) that in the silence of her service of others, in the diligence of her coming to see you every birthday, every holiday (without fail) she formed me in a way i want to be. That i, outside of return, outside of fame, outside of self, want to love and to serve and to be with/for people in a way that they know they can count on me. That in death, my service and faithfulness to others stands out. Yes, Ruby Dell formed me. Today, i honor her.
If you pray, please pray for my grand parents. Specifically, my grandmother Jeanie and my step grand father Virgil. They are both taking treatments right now. Her for potential breast cancer and memory loss, he to decrease the swelling in his brain after a stroke.
Edna St. Vincent Millay:
“Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned”