08/21/2026
Yesterday, I was blessed to participate in the funeral service for my friend, the Reverend Bev Diet. Bev was a woman of small stature, but she was a giant in faith, love, and devotion to God. She carried a gentle presence. She did not need many words; her presence spoke clearly about the One she loved and served, Jesus Christ. I first came to know Bev in 2011, when I was appointed part-time priest at St. Luke’s in the Fields, following her ministry there. It was a blessing hearing people speak of her gentleness, kindness, and the presence she brought to that congregation. Around 2014 or 2015, when I was appointed chaplain at Canterbury College in Windsor, Bev came to visit me during my first week. With her gentle smile , she said, “Hilton, I guess you will follow in my footsteps.” Bev served also as Canterbury Chaplain. I told her that would be a blessing. She continued to visit, asking how I was doing and reminding me, “Count on my prayers.” Her prayers and encouragement meant much to me, and the ministry became fruitful. For that, I am grateful.
I often called her husband Fred “Frank,” and Bev would gently poke me on the back with one finger and say, “Hilton, it is Fred,” correcting me with that gentle voice. She did that a few times.
Yesterday, as we interred her ashes, the words echoed with profound meaning: “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” Vita brevis. Life is brief, and everything can change in a heartbeat. Bev fought bravely through her illness until the end. To Fred and family, our prayers and support. And to Bev: thank you for your friendship, your ministry, your wisdom, and your love. We treasure the conversations we shared about priesthood and ministry. Rest, dear Bev, in God’s eternal embrace. By God’s grace, we will meet again.