This is the time when we especially remember the dead and discover whether they are still within us. It is a test of the kind of relationship we had with them under this sky. I was thinking of Nicole from our community who died recently. At her memorial service her son, Laurent, in the softest voice ever used in a church, spoke about his mother. I learned something new about her, which shows how relationships grow even under different skies. When I met her and her husband, also called Laurent, they were active members of the Houston meditation community. They were very French in accent, cuisine and views. During the Bush era, when French fries became “freedom fries” because of France’s opposition to America’s invasion of Iraq, they suffered in their parish for thei