Vocationless

(1990 August 6)

The "Picnic" at Schmidt was delicious. On the way out, we stopped in Portia's room. She was lying in bed, all white with sheets, and her old wrinkled brown face on the pillow, sleeping. 102. The first time we brot her Holy Communion, she said she no longer had friends who came to see her, she had no vocation, she wasn't contributing anything to life or church.