Can I Get a Witness

On January 2nd, a friend of mine lost her mother. I was a little torn about going to the funeral today. I wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate or not, seeing how I never met her mother. And the friend isn’t a close one. But I went to the service. I think she really needs support right now, and even though I am not a close friend, I would like to think that my being there to offer some support – helped her. It was a beautiful service. And it wasn’t overwhelmingly sad, either. Which surprised me a little bit.

The service was at the Hope Seventh Day Adventist Church in Windsor. Instead of it being a sad time, it was a remembering time. And although there were moments of complete and utter grief, it was more a celebration of her life. And I’m glad I went. I didn’t know her personally. I never even met her. But hearing all of those people talk about her today, she sounded like a wonderful woman. And I think my friend is incredibly lucky to have had such a wonderful, strong, kind hearted, and wonderful person in her life.

Her mother’s story has ended. But it is memory that keeps her alive. And I am just one more person who knows her story.

ALW