Comforters…

Just over a month ago, we gathered at the fire house to celebrate the life of my 91 year old grandfather, and to mourn his death.

Today, we gathered at the fire house to celebrate the life of a 43 year old wife and mother, and to mourn her death.

I watched the tiny, fragile 94 year old lady, widowed for thirty-four days, make her way through the crowd to hug the 40something year old man…exhausted and overwhelmed and a widower for three days.

She told him how sorry she was for his loss as he told her how sorry he was for hers.

I think my heart may have burst a little…

 

 

Blessed are those that mourn, for they shall be comforted. Matthew 5:4

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