American Flatbread – Flatbread Kitchen
Friday and Saturday, April 19 and 20, 2002
Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to
Death by violence to anyone is a violence and death to us all. This past week, in one of the three most sacred places of flatbread, our colleague and friend Declan Lyons was slain. By whom or why is unknown. What does it mean to lose such a life? What will become of us in his absence?
I imagine a man already wise and kind at 24. Imagine someone patient and strong and non-judgmental. He was clear and steadfast of his own beliefs, but understanding and respectful of those who held different views. Imagine a person who always greeted you with a smile and a kind hello. Of the two years he was here, I do not remember him ever being in a bad mood. Declan was not one to feel sorry for himself. He was grateful for what was, never consumed by what was not.
After his death, I heard from someone who knew him well that he read the Bible every day. He had never talked with me about it, he never preached or assumed to know what was best for others. As I reflect on the character of his life, maybe I should have known: not by his words, but by his deeds.
Love, forgiveness, wonder, beauty; peace, kindness, and joy—there were the character of his deeds. These are both the gift received and the gift lost. Goodness and grace does walk on Earth. For 24 years, they walked in the form of Declan Lyons.
Although we who knew him now suffer his death, so too have we been raised by his life.
Thank you to your mother and father for raising such a fine son, and thank you, Declan Lyons, for having loved us. For all of us at Flatbread,
And to all who have called or written, sent gifts or have come to this place, please know that your thoughtful care truly has helped.
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