making it work
I just visited with a dear friend that lost her 40-year old son last month. A Korean man that had been her son since he was 3.I was baking some bread and felt like I needed to take some over and have a little visit. She invited me in and thanked me for the bread, and then we sat and talked for an hour. There were tears as she related how up and down her emotions still are, but how glad she is for her high school biology students which have shown her unending love and compassion during the month. Cards, photos, gifts.
And then she showed me the Willow figurine she was given by a couple of fellow-teachers, showing a mother hugging her young son.
"Oh, look how much the boy looks like B! Same skin coloring and hair color," I said.
"I painted it," she responded. "It just wasn't right that he had blond hair."
And that is why I love her.
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A smile during a heartbreaking time.
Oooohhhhhhhhh!
I loved her makeover of her figurine as well. My heart is touched by the ways in which everyone deals with their grief and challenges. We feel strength from each other and I'm sure your visit meant so much to her.
That seriously just made my day!
And that was me, not Bria! :)
thank you........
we gather courage when friends gather around...thanks for sharing.
Oh, you dear, good friend. Sensitive to promptings and prompt to say what needs to be said.
And that was me, not Katie. (sheesh. Why do I have to share a computer?)
What a good friend you are.
Thanks for sharing this story.
A beautiful post, a beautiful moment. You are a friend.
It was so good of you to visit with her. We are all praying for the family.
I love your new blog design!
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