Friday morning, the final day in an intense and exhausting week, I woke to the awful news that the body of Molly Hightower had been found in the rubble of an orphanage in Haiti. Molly was a 2009 graduate of the University of Portland, the private college where I worked for a while when I was a student myself at Portland State, a picturesque place overlooking the bluff here in North Portland, maybe a little more than a mile from where we live.
Molly and her orphans
Molly worked with disabled orphans in Haiti. She had another five months to go before she got to come back to the Pacific NW this June. She loved Dr. Pepper and Taco Bell. She was clearly beautiful, inside and out.
No, I didn't know her, not before her death. But I feel like I know her better now from reading her blog, which her parents have left up.
Molly's friend Rachel, the Valedictorian of the 2009 class, had recently joined her to work in Haiti, and we knew she had been found alive and flown back to the states to recover.
The last thing Molly wrote in her blog
was "Rachel comes today!"
Because of the local connection, we had all been waiting to hear what would happen to Molly. While Charlie and I were running an errand Friday afternoon, I told her Molly's body had been found.
Charlie and I had exactly the same thought: Heaven has a new angel, one named Molly.