It's times like yesterday that make it seem amazing that it took Einstein to realize that time is relative.

The piano started quietly, soon being joined by gradual layers of voices, all singing together, "Veni Sancte Spiritus": Come, Holy Spirit. Ministers of all denominations made their way slowly, reverentially, to where he knelt, and laid their hands upon him. A clear, pure melody soared out over the congregation from Susie's throat as the whole congregation raised their own hands to show their acceptance of his sacrifice, his offering of servitude to God and to God's people. Tears ran silently down faces as the chanting slowly hushed until it was barely more than a whisper.

It couldn't have taken more than four or five minutes. But for all of us, and I'm sure especially for Tripp, it lasted-- and will last-- for a lifetime.