RECUERDO (REMEMBRANCE) 2017
I sing of one who would remain unsung, whose name would fade like tracks upon the sand. For him no bells were ordered to be rung; no banners lowered by a grieving land. No bugles blew the moment that he expired; no clock was stopped to fix the final hour; no doors were draped in black, no cannons fired.
These are the rites of men of rank and power.
But still I sing of him with mounting pride, who seized the challenge with uncommon heart then ran the course with firm unfaltering stride to reach the mark determined from the start.
The measure of a man who runs the race —
lies in his distance from the starting place.
It is with heavy heart that I inform you of the passing of Father Matt Menger, OMI. Father Bouchard just called us a few minutes ago and told us the sad news. I knew Father Menger in Vientiane and then renewed the friendship a few years ago when I learned that he was living at the Oblate Retirement Center in San Antonio. Our annual reunions at Randolph AFB provided Terri and me with the opportunity to make several visits to see him these past years – to include attending Mass and having lunch
Left to right Craig Duehring, Terri Duehring, Father Menger, Kay Stickney
with him. He and I last spoke just a couple of weeks ago when he told me that his leukemia had become quite aggressive and that he was confined to his wheel chair. If you want to learn about his life in Laos, read his books: In The Valley of The Mekong and Slowly Rises the Sun.
I am unaware of any immediate family so I suggest you simply pray for him or have a Mass said on his behalf. As quickly as our dearest friends are departing, perhaps we need to plan a reunion “on the other side”. Hopefully, we will all make it there.
Craig W. Duehring
JAMES “WES” TRIBBLE