The limousine behind the funeral coach carried his parents and grandparents. As I saw them go by I couldn't help but hope our presence there would comfort them in some way but I knew only God could perform that miracle. I prayed almost a desperate prayer that they could experience a peace that knows no logic, a peace beyond anyone's understanding.
Nothing like witnessing another mother's grief to put in perspective my own life. Ah, the things I waste my time doing, the words I don't say, the ones I say too much, the things I worry about, the freedom I take for granted.
May he be resting in peace, in heaven, with Jesus.
2 comments:
Thanks for posting this. These types of events rarely make the news, but they should. Supporting each other is what small towns do best, makes me want to move to be your neighbor.
leslie
:-( What an experience. May we never forget. Jose and I were talking that next year we will be commemorating Memorial and Veterans Day as they should be. We want to make sure Elizabeth really knows the meaning behind them. Love you!
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