This morning, I was pleasantly surprised to wake up to find out that the meteorologists’ predictions of stormy weather did not materialize. The weather may have been clearer and brighter than first forecast, but there were different kind of storm clouds looming. Today, we buried one of the men from the day shelter for homeless men in the potter’s field.
Far and away, the best thing that I did today was to help transport some of this man’s friends from the day shelter to the cemetery to join his family and staff in paying our respects and saying ‘good-bye’ to him. To watch these men grieve the unexpected loss of their friend and to insist on being the ones to carry his casket to the gravesite touched me deeply, and their gratitude for being able to be present for the service humbled me. I was so honored that I was able to be a part of what the eulogist called a “home going” with these special group of men.
For myself, I chose to spend a quiet evening at home in the company of my two daughters doing absolutely nothing, other than enjoying time with them and time alone. The girls treated me to a foot massage and hand massage, which was beyond relaxing, and I enjoyed an awesome conversation with one of my favorite people. It was a light-hearted way to end a somber start to the day, and it left me feeling at peace in my own home and in my own skin.
Just one thing each day . . .
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