I read in the paper that the AIDS Quilt was in town and I made a special trip – in the heat – to the National Mall to see it.  It was more overwhelming than I would have imagined.  Yards and yards of beautifully crafted memories to people who have died of AIDS.  It is laid out lovingly on the lawn and invites a slow walk and reverent reflection.  The love embedded in every stitch and in each creative pattern is more than evident.  What a memorial to those who have died.  What a way to continue to tell their story.  It was very moving.

It made me think about how each of us is a special grace in this world and each of us has a life and a story that is worthy of being remembered.

How would we like to have our life and our story remembered?