On this particular day we started to sing and I felt that we needed somebody to take up the flag but nobody was. I wanted to catch somebody's eye to suggest it but nobody was looking and so, despite the fact that I stagger like a drunk sailor at the best of times, I decided that it was up to me and somehow, just like that, I became the flag waver. Not just for that day but for days to come.
I couldnt make it down the steps with the flag so I called a "volunteer" and tried to get everyone moving. I feel strongly that in some ways it is my job to lead my church community in their attitude to this change, to show optimism and expectation for the future.
As I walked behind the flag, I knew that I had to grab Clyde and include him. Clyde has been a bright, engaged man, deeply committed to his faith but in recent months he has suffered several brain bleeds and is a shadow of what he was. I took his hand and led him around. I hope I gifted him something.