In Memory

This morning I learned that one my roommates from college died.

Sarah Jo and I lived together in the dorms for the spring trimester of our junior year and then off campus, with our friend Sarah, our senior year. I remember sophomore year FRELON when she took the time before each performance to meticulously curl my hair for the line dance I was a part of.  I remember the treats that she would bring us when she returned from her long road trips home to Escanaba. I remember Grey's Anatomy nights our senior year.  Sarah Jo, Sarah and I would sit in our living room and spend the evening together.  Sometimes Sarah Jo and I would knit like old ladies, other times we would be working on homework, and still other times we didn't have anything to do but sit and watch tv. I remember our many trips to Q-doba, where she taught me the magic of ordering the nachos with the cheese on the side so the chips wouldn't get soggy.

We lost touch in the years after we graduated and, to be honest, I don't remember the last time we spoke.  I wish I had kept up with her.  Now she's left this life and we entrust her to God's care.  

Sarah Jo was a beautiful soul.  She was passionate about literature and poetry.  She stuck to her guns and her convictions.  She had a great laugh.  She will be missed.

But I know that one day we will meet again.  I don't know where her faith journey has taken her since we last spoke about it 8 years ago, but I trust that God's love is big enough and strong enough that one day I will see her again in the presence of God and all the other saints in heaven.  

Eternal rest grant Sarah Jo, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine on her.  Amen.