To serve another day…

As I walked up the driveway to my cousin’s house on Christmas Day last year, I felt a sharp pang of grief. Many people experience melancholic feelings around the holidays: memories of past unhappy events, disagreements with relatives, old wounds reopened. The pain I felt, however, was not for what I would encounter when the door opened, rather, the pain was for what I knew I would not find: my uncle Dan. Absent would be his boisterous greeting, “Hey Nat!” and his trademark laugh expressing his genuine joy in our arrival.

My uncle, Daniel Hubbard, died unexpectedly of a heart attack on September 30th, 2011. He was on his bike riding home from the law-firm where he worked, on his way to have dinner with his family. His death marked the beginning of my first year with City Year in San Jose and the beginning of a season of mourning for my family—my mom losing her younger brother, my grandmother experiencing the horror of having to bury her son, my aunt and cousins trying to comprehend the hole left in their lives by their husband and father.

When someone dies suddenly, life perseveres, no matter how much we wish we could halt the progress of time and try to recover what we lost. My uncle was a respected lawyer at the height of his career. My cousin Brian had just started college, my cousin Kristin was beginning a new job as a Program Manager at City Year Denver, and my cousin Jennifer was entering her second year of teaching. Brian is now doing well at Metro, Kristin is the Program Manager at Trevista at Horace Mann, and Jennifer is teaching fourth grade and was recently married in a beautiful and emotional ceremony—a tribute dance to my Uncle Dan took the place of the traditional father-daughter dance.

my Uncle Dan, Aunt Lori, and me at my graduation from CU Boulder in 2011

When we lost Uncle Dan, I was following Kristin’s footsteps, becoming the second person in the family to serve as a City Year corps member. While I knew from the first day of school that City Year would be a life changing experience, my uncle’s death demonstrated how unique the City Year community is and how valuable my daily service is. The City Year San Jose community reached out to me and made me feel supported and loved. The type of community City Year creates is one of the main reasons I returned for a second year of service.

I dedicated my first year of service to my Uncle Dan’s memory, and each time I felt overwhelmed by long hours, challenging students, and lack of sleep, I remembered how privileged I am to be alive, and able to serve.

Each Friday, when we gathered as a site for PT, a phrase that seemed frankly insincere before took on a new meaning.

The leader says, “Today is Friday, and you have lived to serve another day.” We all respond “and that’s a beautiful thing.”

There is now a poignancy behind those words for me. We are all lucky to live and serve another day, even if there are pieces of us missing.

by Natalie Bograd
Senior Corps Member at Lake International Middle School


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