When Dr. Mary Lee Thornton Brady died, the whole college community came to the funeral. Some to pay respects to a beloved colleague or family member, others to thank their late professor for lessons learned and memories made.
The line at the visitation was about as eternal as her new home. You could hear people solemnly talking about a wonderful woman and people laughing without reserve at her crazy quirks.
Alive, Dr. Brady had been a monument– a sort of rite of passage at Georgetown College. Everyone who took her loved her and hated her. People cried and people pressed on. At any rate, people learned.
(This is a work in progress. To be updated and revised…)