I was working along on my WIP - when I ran out of yarn; so, I tied it off until I can get into town to purchase what is needed to finish this project:
Hopping over to FB to visit my Friends' Pages so they don't think I've forgotten them, a surprise obit notice popped up in my Feed:
Marv has been on my mind the past few days … and for some reason, this notification showed up just now, on my FB Page.
I have not been on contact with New Song since the last time I shared morning coffee & craft hour there, in 2022. Marv was recovering from the covid deaths of his wife & son - but he wasn't morbid about the losses. And he welcomed me back (asking about Bob - but not pressing me on the details about Bob's physical death) & treated me well; while Ruth, Carl, & Judy did not. Judy's cattiness I could ignore, but Ruth & Carl's open hostility towards me, was the main reason I stopped going to the morning meets.
I'm sorry to see this notification.
And I do not expect New Song will continue forward. Marv was the glue that held it together. Ruth & Carl are the reason it slipped into a slow death. It's all very sad because for a while there it was alive and hopping, with 3 services on Sundays - overflow so large that the covered porch area could not even hold the people & they spilled into the parking lot with the double doors open to hear the message spoken; Wednesday gatherings with song & worship; Christian School rooms & homeschool meets; and everyone loving and welcoming. Then the Lindquist's arrived. And Fellowship died.
Holland tells me that he and his first wife had attended during 1985-1986 before he moved to Phoenix-AZ, until 1995 (I don't recall ever seeing him, or hearing of a Redmill attending & Bob & I were faithfully attending from 1982 to 1988) - of course, I only had eyes for Bob, at that time. But Holland says he remembers the packed Sundays & crowded sanctuary.
Marv was the linchpin & Marv is no more.
I'm undecided if I'll attend the funeral.
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