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01/03/2004: "Gift"

It came upon me gradually, who she was. I knew her, but it had been so long since I'd seen her, the memory of herself faded and the words of the name, the web of relationships, took her place. I knew her herself, not just as mother of this one, grandmother of those, friend of these. She played the piano at those little services, the healing services which are so special, so plain and full of meaning. She played for the children's choirs, the pageants, VBS, just a couple of years ago. She had the earnest competence of the small-town church musician. It wasn't until the day of her funeral that I found her again. It's too often like that.