Monday, January 14, 2019
Message sent to my mother who let me know that Sr. Dorothy Dean had died It's not often I think of my teachers in high school, and still more rarely that I think of them fondly. A few I learned from, though not necessarily what they thought they were teaching. A couple I remember with affection. One I hold close to my heart. Through her I first had an inkling of what the word Grace meant. And although I was never in her class and spoke with her but rarely, her kindness has left its mark. Sr. Dorothy Dean, you have been in my thoughts and prayers for well on 30 years now. For whatever promise you saw in me: thank you. Requiescat in pace." I wish I could have told her that directly. I never deserved her kindness, she was just kind. Mom, if there is a way you could let her family and those in the order that were close to her know... I think perhaps she taught me that respect, like Grace, is given not earned.
