I have hollow heart today. Last night at graduation I waited to hear a student's name that was never called. The name echoes only in the silence it created.
I once quoted Frederick Buechner to the student: "Listen to your life," I said, "See it for the fathomless mystery that it is." I wonder what it said.
One time, to encourage this compassionate student, I quoted Buechner again, “Compassion is sometimes the fatal capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too.” I didn't sleep much last night--not much peace.
What is it about the human spirit that hinders us from moving on when we lose someone. The American Soldier won't leave another behind. The shepherd goes to find the one of 99 that lost the fold. Teachers lament the one that fails.