Today was a doubly sad day for those of us who walked in the desert of the Whetstone Mountains to remember two friends who passed on to new life.
One we never met in this world, but, nonetheless, we gathered to remember and pray for him and his family. Even though we do not know his name, we do know that he risked his life for his family and especially for his children, and we will carry his spirit with us as we leave these mountains where he died.
The other person we gathered to remember is well-known to all of us. Her name and spirit is written on our hearts: Peg Bowden. Peg was a committed mother, grandmother, wife, immigrant advocate and friend of SO many. Peg spent the last years of her life dedicated to listen to the heartbreaking stories of hundreds of migrant travelers and she spoke out, especially through her writings, about the injustices they suffered because of our inhumane immigration policies.
Peg’s cremains were placed in the grave with the cross for our unidentified migrant traveler. Peg’s life is now fully intertwined with the life of those she so faithfully loved.
Pilgrimage of remembrance 