Christine and I went to high school together and were the best of friends - a claim I suspect many will make. Very sad to say given the news I received today, Chris and I had not seen one another for over 30 years. It happens like that sometimes despite all the good intentions. But I have thought of her so many times. She was so smart, so funny, so wise beyond her years and with a resolute heart that make a mockery out of the impossible. Today I read one of my favorite passages from a work by Rilke to a succession of senior high kids. Christine first introduced me to these words sometime during our first year of college. I mentioned her name, talked about our friendship and told the class how I still had the little slip of paper that Christine gave me with these words:
"Have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, 1903, in "Letters to a Young Poet"
Thanks, Christine, for your wisdom that still inspires. I will miss you more than ever.