This morning I had the distinct honor of presiding at the memorial service for Gerry and Barbara La Chance's daughter, Gretchen.

Gretchen was 25 years old. She was blind; she had no verbal skills; she could not walk without help; she was limited in her mental capacities; and she wore diapers every single day of her life.

When Gerry and Barbara took Gretchen into their home she was 2 and 1/2 years old despite being discouraged from doing so by the doctors. She was severely handicapped, desperately small for her age and given no prospects by the doctors to live to her third birthday. She made that one and 22 more.

How? Love finds a way. Love makes a home. Love forges a highway of hope. Love reaches the spirit.

Gretchen knew how to give and receive love. She learned from those who loved her. She communicated primarily through touch and kisses--either wet sloppy ones when you hugged her or ones she would blow across the room to family and friends.

I had the pleasure of knowing Gretchen for close to 20 years. I can honestly say that my life has been enriched through knowing her. I loved to watch her during worship. When the music began Gretchen was stirred and became engaged in worship. She swayed to the music; she began to smile; she opened her spirit to the Lord she knew by the Spirit. I loved to touch her and pat her and watch her respond to that attention and affection. I loved to watch her interact with her family; especially her older brother, Phillip. (Phillip is a 30 year with Downs syndrome and an amazing personality; but that is the subject of another blog.)

Love brought Gretchen to life; caused her to thrive; sustained her for all these many years. Love is the legacy she leaves.

Good-bye Gretchen. See you in heaven.