This reflection comes a little late, as my dear friend Michelle Tooley passed away several months ago. But, as we all know, grief is a process- sometimes I long one. This past weekend I finally watched a recording of her memorial service and felt inspired to continue writing my own reflections on her life and death. In the winter of 2008 I decided to leave school for a semester and live in Tucson, Arizona with Michelle. The majority of my college friends would be studying abroad that semester and I began to have some deepening spiritual and vocational questions. Of course, as she did with young people year after year, Michelle offered a room for me in the duplex she would be renting as she spent time writing and studying the US-Mexico border. Michelle had been a part of my life since I was a newborn in Louisville, Kentucky, but this would be the longest amount of time I would spend with her thus far. During this time I found myself in a dark period of depression in which I wou...