Another death. Not unexpected, but too soon. A 47 year old woman. Gifted nurse. Cancer. A ten year old child left behind and grieving parents who will bury their daughter.
We’re spending today with the family and the funeral is tomorrow.
In some ways, it’s a privilege to be invited into such a scared space. I hope that we can be present and encouraging as they begin to work their way through this loss that will redefine all of them forever.
When all is said and done, I don’t think we are going to do too much; I have packed some crochet and I am sure the football games will be on. I hear that a lot of food has been delivered.
Can football and crochet be sacrament? I think so. Is God somehow in our births and our deaths and our carrying on? Absolutely.
Will this trip matter? I pray it will.
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