the form of the circle
- [I recorded this story last May. It's a true story about a high
school friend of mine. On the Day of the Dead I thought I should
share the story with you. While it is the story of one individual
incarnation, it's a beautiful testament to weaving of destiny and,
yes, somehow the form of the circle.]
This last week, a high school friend of mine crossed the threshold.
She was 48 years old and had suffered greatly from MS for many years.
She died, however, in a one-car accident, probably blacked out while
driving. This is the story of her last day on earth.
There is lovely park in Nashville called Radnor Lake --it's a small
lake with a 3 mile walking trail around it. Grace spent her last
afternoon at this lake giving comfort and solace to a new friend, one
whose life she would change forever. Grace loved to go to this park.
Due to her MS, most times she would have to walk with a cane, but in
the last few weeks had been strong enough to walk without a cane, and
on this afternoon, felt so strong she rented a canoe and was paddling
around the lake. She saw a woman standing on the shore, their eyes
met, and Grace paddled over to the shore. With an unexplained sort
of knowing the woman said, "you've been sent to me, haven't you?"
Grace acknowledged that she had, and the woman climbed in the canoe.
They spent the afternoon paddling around the lake, enjoying the
sunset (which Grace pointed out as simply being a part of heaven).
They talked about their lives, Grace talked about her spirituality
and how it had upheld her in times when her disease was at its worst.
The woman listened and was comforted. She was going through a bad
time herself, was very despondent. Grace was an inspiration to her.
Grace told her "You know, I have been through some really rough
times, but things are better now. I feel like something really
wonderful is about to happen to me." Only a few hours later, Grace
crossed the threshold.
The story could have ended here. The circle might have been
One can well imagine how comforting this story might be to the
grieving family--to know that their daughter and sister was not only
happy and healthy on the afternoon before her death, but ministering
to a fellow human being in a most profound way. The family might
never have known this story and been wondering, speculating, what
Grace was doing til 9 P. M. that night when her habit (since she
contracted MS) was to be home before dark. An amazing story closes
Two days later, as one of Grace's friends named Lela was in her
florists shop arranging flowers for the funeral, a friend stopped
by. Noticing Lela was distracted, the friend inquired as to what was
wrong. Lela told her that someone who meant a lot to her had died.
"Who was it?" the friend asked. "Oh," said Lela, "you probably don't
know her, but her name was Grace Xxxx." Stunned at hearing the name
Grace Xxxx, the friend said, "Sit down. You have to hear this!
Tuesday night I got a call from a friend who has been very
depressed. I've been worried about her. She's had a rough year.
Tuesday she went to Radnor Lake and met someone who changed her
life." The woman proceeded to tell Lela the entire story of the
afternoon spent with Grace. She concluded with "My friend called me
about 9 o'clock to say: 'I think I met an angel today. Her name is
Around 9 o'clock that evening, Grace had joined those angels in the