All the clocks have stopped. Judy Leever has left us.
The most profoundly influential person the Loveland Community has lately, perhaps ever called our own, has died after battling breast cancer. Her death on Saturday though was unexpected by her family and to those of us who were so lucky to have seen her in recent weeks.
A shock wave, earthquake, tsunami, is rushing over Loveland as we hear this news.
The clocks have stopped while we mourn, but we will share her stories this week and be better for it as we re-live and reinforce the things Judy taught us. The clocks will start again as Judy would demand. Go forward Loveland, and never forget her life of justice, fairness, compassion, and grace.
But for this week...
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
She was our North, our South, our East and West,
Our working week and our Sunday rest,
Our noon, our midnight, our talk, our song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- adapted from the words of W. H. Auden