"I got half-a-dozen paintings from that shattered plate." - Georgia O'KeeffeOh, how I loved this quote when I read it! I got it, right away. It's what I've been doing for the past couple of years, writing and speaking, with "that shattered plate" as inspiration. I wish the plate hadn't shattered, but it has.
Yesterday, I had the privilege of being invited to speak at Seattle Children's Hospital's Annual Memorial Service for all of the children who have been patients of the hospital, and who have died.
Sounds like fun, huh?We've never attended the service before. We were invited, after Katie passed away, but I'm going to be brutally honest here and say that it simply sounded like the kind of thing that would make me run in the opposite direction. One memorial service for our daughter was one memorial service too many, to my way of thinking.
But I was wrong. It was beautiful, and it was a deeply moving and refreshing experience.
What a wonderful hospital, to provide such a sacred space for its grieving community. Who would have thought of it? Since Seattle Children's Hospital was founded by a mother (Anna Clise) whose son had died, I have a feeling that this way of thinking and caring has been part of the culture of the hospital from the very beginning.