Dwight Hurst

I am sad and surprised to hear that Dwight Hurst died. He was 61. He was one of just a few adults who, when I was a teenager/young adult, treated me like a person and not "just a kid". He had the rare humility to not look down on me just because I was young. I was a sober, serious, sensitive sort of girl on the whole, and his respect for my accomplishments was very validating to me. Dwight was the primary pianist when I, at age 18, had my first foray into primary as chorister. I had never done such a thing, but he knew I had the musical background for it, and he really helped me without condescension as I fumbled through it. He played these hilarious editorial piano ditties throughout our various primary activities, and added in all sorts of curlicues and embellishments that made me laugh. He made everyone laugh. What a paradox: he was a lawyer and an accountant, yet he wrote painfully pun-packed play scripts that various amateur acting groups produced. My family and I are speaking fondly of him, as he was a bright spot in our lives. In October at Eila's 70th birthday party I asked Iris Young about him (she said he was fine as far as she knew) and told her to tell him hi for me. I hope she did. I am waiting to hear more details since the obituary was sadly lacking. I'm sure his family and the entire church in Albuquerque are missing him sorely while celebrating his life.