The Treasure of Friendship

January 9, 2011

I sat in the funeral home, holding her as my friend mourned the loss of her husband of fifty-one years. She was filled with sorrow and no words I could dredge up from the depths of my soul would help her. She simply needed to talk; to cry; to share the memories. So I held her and let her grieve on my shoulder. It was a painful experience and I wanted it to be over. But sorrow cannot be rushed. One must go through the process and her journey had just begun. Read more: christian-life.littlefish.id.au/articles_the_treasure_of_friendship.html