Remembering Debbie Talmo "I bet you cried the day you were born; it means you are human.” (Marilyn Robinson reminds of this eternal truth in her book, Lila .) We embraced our full humanity Easter Sunday when the phone rang. The ham just removed from the oven, the potatoes piping hot, and the kids bickering due to a chocolate rabbit induced sugar-high. The phone rang, I answered and listened to Pastor Kris share the news that Debbie died. Easter Sunday - the day of life; these phone calls do not happen on this day. I hung up and had to decide whether or not to tell Lindsay, who stood over the dinner rolls. Sorrow poured out, not life, not joy, not Easter - tears poured out in that moment. We are supposed to be with Debbie today; We planned to travel on spring break to Minnetonka - to allow Madeline to say see Debbie and to say goodbye to her - Lindsay and I to re-live stories, to remind her (and us) of the wisdom, love, and grace that she and...