Remembering Father Curry
I’ve been struggling with internalizing the passing of Father Rick Curry. He was an incredible teacher, mentor, and friend. I’m not sure I’m ready to see him go.
Whenever someone asks what my favorite class at Georgetown was, I never hesitate in saying “Theater and the Catholic Imagination”. This class was unlike any other – we gave each other massages, spent hours practicing how to say our names, and were given extra credit when we sent him pictures of us hanging out outside of class. I remember one day, Father Curry laid down mats and had us do somersaults down to one end of the classroom and back. It was awkward, uncomfortable, and at the same time really fun.
I used to wonder why Father Curry made us do all these seemingly random activities, and it took me a while to understand how it all fit together. In retrospect, I realized Father Curry was teaching us everything we needed to become happy and healthy people. We learned how to be strong yet vulnerable, outgoing yet reflective, confident like a grown up yet curious like a child. Needless to say, his class changed my life.
Father Curry and I often spoke about relationships and the idea of 3 concentric circles. These 3 circles represent the relationships we have throughout our lives. The outermost circle is for people who are acquaintances, the middle circle is for friends who you might hang out with all the time but don’t know the real you, and the innermost circle is for those who you hold closest to your heart. People move in and out of these 3 circles throughout your life and letting people into your innermost circle is extremely difficult because of the fear that one day they might leave.
Father Curry challenged me on a daily basis to let people into my innermost circle. He pushed me to let down my walls around complete strangers and bring them close to my heart knowing that they could be ripped from my core and be forced to my outermost circle at any time.
The passing of Father Curry feels all too much like losing someone in my inner circle. I learned so much from you over the past 4 years and thank you for shaping me into who I am today. It seems unfair that you spent your last days in Philadelphia while I was home with my family in Dallas. I wish I could have said goodbye, but I know that the best I can do is celebrate your life and continue to tell your stories. I’ll miss you dearly Father.