This morning, at the day shelter for homeless men where I work, I participated in one of the most bittersweet annual events of the holiday season-the Memorial Service for all the men who passed away this year. It is a simple ceremony that is moving for the staff, volunteers, and guests, and this year was no exception. Around ten o’clock, the normally busy and loud shelter became silent, as we all quieted ourselves for the brief ceremony.
As the staff members read each of the twenty-three men’s names aloud, a candle was lit, and we also remembered all of the men whose names we did not know. Each of those men mattered to someone, especially us, and we wanted to honor them and to remember them. They are gone, but definitely not forgotten. The service concluded with one of the guests leading all of us in an a…
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