Yesterday I went to the funeral of a 15 month old baby girl. Evelyn was the child of a former student of mine, Jim, a great, big, ungainly, sweet and gentle man who has a severe speech impediment among other problems. A couple of years ago he met and married a very lovely woman and a year later they had a baby. He certainly never thought that anything this wonderful could happen to him. Last week his baby daughter died in a trageic accident.
Today I helped a friend clean the house of a long time friend of ours who died last month of lung cancer.
Today is the 94th anniversary of the Armenian genocide.
We must remember that in the midst of tragedy, pain, ugliness there is Beethoven, Wyeth, Robert Browning's love poetry.