New Eyes from Suffering
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…