05/07/2026
For our scattered flock (you know who you are):
I suspect the news has already reached you like a cold wind through a door that no longer opens. Our Missely Curitomay left us the other week.
She was the young woman who grew up in those now quiet halls. She volunteered at Special Needs Game Night back when we still gathered under one roof. She served as an acolyte, small and sure. Then she grew up and moved out of state, as the faithful do when their home church becomes a memory.
Her parents, Martha and Jesus Curitomay, who are still our people even if we now pray in different pews, are shattered. And as for Charlotte, Missely's little shadow, please keep her cupped in your prayers. There's also her older half‑brother, Christopher Conde. He grew up here too, then went off to college and began his own life. But he never forgot us: he'd slip back into a pew on special occasions, just to sit beside his parents. That's the kind of leaving that still returns.
We've all since scattered to other Churches, but grief doesn't need a shared roof. A small candle has been lit online in Missely's memory: a GoFundMe where loss learns to lean on kindness.
Pray wherever you are. She knew us when we were still a "we."
