Thursday, May 7, 2009
I knew Sister Esther many years ago from St. John's Church (Beacon Hill) and from simply living on the Hill. She was a wonderful person, bright, engaged, and kind. A friend of mine had a pictire of her with a small bird eating out of her hand. This was a delightfully iconic summation of her presence. She once told me about visiting with her mother who was dying. It was something I have never forgot.
