Just a couple of years ago a friend of mine lost her husband unexpectedly.   My husband drove us to the memorial – a short drive across a short town – not a lot of time to prepare words.  I had only seen her a few times since returning to my hometown.  I spent the night at her house once or twice in middle school  We laughed as we spied on her sister kissing her boyfriend in the driveway.  I remembered that silly youthful moment as we pulled into the funeral home.  Who was I to now approach her in her deepest sorrow…the loss…

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