a farewell to dearly loved SAM: why i am in deep depression today

sad, sad, deeply grieving news as the construction blight spreads:

I was all ready to go to SAM today - a bit sad that Louis Comfort Tiffany was no longer there, but still stoked for free Thursday (the first thursday of the month). Then...my roommate knocked on my door and, from the darkness, in an ominous voice, she bayed: "Starting today, SAM is closed for a year." By the time I got to my door, she had returned to her room, so that it was as though a ghost had come to speak doom then slink back into the depressing underworld.


Not only is my church plagued with construction that is at least six months behind, has left the church freezing cold with no heat, has pushed the youth from three different rooms and put two used toilets in temp youth room #3 during a lock-in - construction has not claimed another, more glorious, more joyously life-giving victum:
Seattle Art Museum is closed for a year - for construction -

so, it's everywhere.
okay, maybe that is a gross generalizaton - but
construction seems to disrupt many lives and much beauty.

So, goodbye dear SAM. I wish I would have known you were leaving. Why didn't you have a going away party? Every time I drive past the working man, I'll shed a tear for your absence - until we are gladly re-united.

To quote Michael W. Smith:
Packing up the dreams God planted
In the fertile soil of you
Can’t believe the hopes he’s granted
Means a chapter in your life is through
But we’ll keep you close as always
It won’t even seem you’ve gone
’cause our hearts in big and small ways
Will keep the love that keeps us strong
...Though it's hard to let you go
In the Father's hands we know
That a life time's not too long
(no a life time's not too long)
A life time's not too long


To live as

Friends