- Date: Wednesday, January 24, 2007 -- 10pm
- Location: Cambridge, MA
- Kitchen: My Apartment
- Dining Companions: Alex, Gunther, Shaili, Nicole, Clotilde, and a bunch of other partygoers!
- Recipe Rating: B+
Last Sunday when I walked in to the kitchen at the homeless shelter, it was immediately obvious that something bad had happened. Even before Danielle opened her mouth to say that Johnny's wife had died, I knew. I could see it in everyone's eyes.
This morning when I walked in, the staff and volunteers on my shift had that same look. Sad, wide-eyed, and a little bit terrified. Only this time, I didn't know why.
One of the staff members who had worked in the kitchen for years died unexpectedly yesterday. He was 44.
Throughout the shift today, people told stories about how great Jack was, how much they had enjoyed working with him, how much they had learned from him... It was really inspiring to hear him eulogized in that way. Everyone loved him. Everyone got along with him. Everyone was deeply troubled by the tragedy. The hours that I spent at the shelter today were sad but beautiful. And as many of us exchanged phone numbers and email addresses (again) to coordinate attending memorial services (sadly, again), it really made me realize what a community we are. The people that I volunteer with every Sunday are a part of my life. As my fellow volunteer Carol noted one week, "Whether we like it or not, we are stuck with one another." I realized today, more then ever, how much it means to me to be stuck with them.