A woman I know, a longtime family friend, lost her husband recently in a devastating freak accident.
They weren’t newlyweds, but they had decades together ahead of them. They’d had two children together, now in or just out of college, and lived a happy, loving family life. The loss was sudden and striking and awful.
And there in my mailbox yesterday, only about two weeks after the life-altering loss, sat a card from her. A bright, cheerful, happy card with a gift inside, wishing my husband and I well in our new home.
I boggled. Yes, I was the flower girl at her wedding and yes, she’s known me for most of my life. But I’m not a family member. I am the adult daughter of a good friend of hers, whom she sees on the occasions I visit home and attend church with my family. Simply put: I’m largely…
View original post 385 more words