Ever since my husband had called I couldn't get her out of my mind. In the midst of learning about pain meds, cancered breasts and bones, and how to take care of my cousin's cats, Edris's face kept popping into my head. Again. Then again.
After I got home I was asked by my bishop to serve as the Relief Society president (leader of the women's auxiliary) in my ward (congregation). I knew I was supposed to work with Edris. I didn't know anything else, but I knew that. And it was a great run. I felt tapped in to her spiritual take on things. I still do. We did tons of crying together. We still do.
Somehow I have known her longer than I have known her. She is my loving, smart, trusted friend, and she has been an answer to prayer more than once. Like the time during a meeting when a woman said, for the third or fourth time, something that was completely against our beliefs. I thought, Please let someone else make the correction here so I don't have to swing the heavy hammer. Then there she was.
Yeah, I love that brown face.