RIP Fr. Richard McCurdy, S.J.
You taught a lot of young men how to find their way, even if that was different from yours. You made men out of us, and you were the truest man. You had the patience of water running over a stone. I think about you because of where I am now. You were the wisest man I've ever known.
Who cried behind the altar performing funerals but was still able to carry on.
Who knew that love was not a feeling but a thing you did -- who loved everyone by that standard.
Who knew what the Sound and the Fury really meant.
I do what I do in your memory.
I know I shouldn't feel sad. We all knew your time was coming. Nothing about it was unjust or unfair, aside from the fact that the cigars and the fatty foods should've killed you thirty years ago. You were a man who knew how to live and was ready to die. Who sat on his bench watching the sunset, put out his cigar and bowed his head.
Goodbye.
Who cried behind the altar performing funerals but was still able to carry on.
Who knew that love was not a feeling but a thing you did -- who loved everyone by that standard.
Who knew what the Sound and the Fury really meant.
I do what I do in your memory.
I know I shouldn't feel sad. We all knew your time was coming. Nothing about it was unjust or unfair, aside from the fact that the cigars and the fatty foods should've killed you thirty years ago. You were a man who knew how to live and was ready to die. Who sat on his bench watching the sunset, put out his cigar and bowed his head.
Goodbye.