She's gone

A neighbor just stopped by to tell me that my Amish friend Melissa, who I wrote about this morning, died last night.

The Amish communities here have church every other week. It seemed odd to me to see so many buggies yesterday, when I knew that church had been the previous week. Turns out, according to the neighbor, that they all those families – 18 buggies altogether – spent their Sunday morning and a good part of the afternoon singing to Melissa.

She surely loved that.