It comforts me to see the pictures of the services for Doc Anthony from Joseph's House and from the Chapel at Holy Trinity. Both worlds meant so much to him. Doc was a quiet pillar at Joseph's House for a long time. He paid attention to the physical plant of the House as few could do. Doc steadily worked in the background; from plumbing to painting, assembling and disassembling beds and air conditioning units, he kept the systems in the House working. He made delicious breakfasts. He invited his friends from outside the House to come to the table and enjoy the company of the men and women who lived and worked there. He knew the importance of protecting a person's dignity, of respecting their need for purpose. When someone sought him out, he gave his attention generously. Doc was a person who held a confidence without judging. There can be a cost to finding purpose, especially in a small, intense, exceptional community like Joseph's House. As well as the feeling of belonging, perhaps Doc also knew the loneliness that can somehow accompany a person's deep commitment to community, to putting others first. Even so, Doc stayed. During my time at Joseph's House, I remember that for most of us, the love we had for one another was imperfect and sometimes disappointing. And yet that love - and Doc was an important part of it - might have been the best thing many of us had ever known. I'm grateful to have shared so much with Doc for so long. Rest in peace, Anthony.