Group grief again. I am not looking forward to our grief while I also anticipate receiving support from the SAGE Telling Your Story group. That’s an enigma, one I can live with.
Randy Wren felt close to the church, somehow to his faith. He liked the Episcopalian Church although in him I sensed little religious doctrinal fervor. In his telling, that church was the "A List" of non-Roman Catholic organizations. I say this only as a description. Randy’s life was lived; his stories of that life were actions and various relationships. He shared them without shame, fear, or regret, and in this, he was my teacher. He seemed to like the way words sounded together rather than how such combinations might reveal a philosophical truth. He didn’t seem to worry, not even when he thought he was having a heart attack. Some kind of enthusiasm seemed always to be bubbling inside him, and each bubble led him immediately to a recalled similarity whether a person, address, relationship, or experience. He wove webs out of these materials as he freely shared his story. While he cavorted with the rich and famous as it were, he never projected disdain for the plain and simple. He was too full of life for that. I liked Randy Wren and I appreciated what he brought to this group. He told me often that Monday afternoon was the best time of his week.
Thanks, Randy Wren. We’re missing you.
© 17 July 2017
About the Author
Phillip Hoyle lives in Denver and spends his time writing, painting, and socializing. In general, he keeps busy with groups of writers and artists. Following thirty-two years in church work and fifteen in a therapeutic massage practice, he now focuses on creating beauty. He volunteers at The Center leading the SAGE program “Telling Your Story.”
He also blogs at artandmorebyphilhoyle.blogspot.com
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