On August 24, 2017, my body was supposed to arrive in Virginia. I had a plan. My old pastor would meet Mom to receive me. Seventh Street would sing. My funeral would fall on my birthday week, making annual grief easy, succinct.
In the fog, that logic seemed kind and efficient. That’s what fog does.
I’d decided to die.
Read MoreFive Septembers ago, I signed on to do some of the greatest work of my life. Building and serving with all of you has been the most challenging, illuminating, and impactful work of my time on earth so far (this is the longest gig I have ever held). And, while there are no words for the amount of energy, sweat, and sacrifice that have gone into this, there are for how I feel and my wish for all as you continue to move this important work forward.
For those not familiar, a part of the song “As” says,
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