May 4, 2020--Hilary Murray
On a gray day, on a chilly day, on a grumpy day, at the Bristol Diner in Bristol, Maine, Hilary Murray and her husband Paul would arrive pooled in sunlight.
By her presence, by her very being, she would brighten the room.
Look at her smile and see if you agree.
She died on April 4th.
Some time it takes the local news a week or two to find its way to New York City, but if you are patient it finally does. Before then, though, if you paid close attention, you would have sensed a disturbance among the planets.
I am sad we weren't there to say goodbye. But I know the next time we are spread out in our booth, even in the rain, especially in the rain, a flicker of Hilary's light will still be with us.
By her presence, by her very being, she would brighten the room.
Look at her smile and see if you agree.
She died on April 4th.
Some time it takes the local news a week or two to find its way to New York City, but if you are patient it finally does. Before then, though, if you paid close attention, you would have sensed a disturbance among the planets.
I am sad we weren't there to say goodbye. But I know the next time we are spread out in our booth, even in the rain, especially in the rain, a flicker of Hilary's light will still be with us.
Labels: Bristol Diner, Hilary Murray, Paul Murray
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