A few months ago I wrote about a young man from our small town who was the victim of a violent homicide. His name was David and he was only twenty-three years old. As a parent of two young adults I felt deeply moved by this tragedy and my heart ached for David’s parents. As a small gesture I sent a quiche to his Mother and offered my condolences on the loss of her son.
At this point in time, the killer has not yet been found. And somehow the residents of Ashland try to go about doing what they have always done while living with the knowledge that they aren’t as safe as they had once thought. And, of course, for David’s parents, life will never be the same.
Recently I was told about a couple who are friends of David’s Mother. For the past few months they have been helping her get through the most difficult time of her life. I am very grateful that she was able to count on them for the help and support that she needed and hope they realize what a comfort they have been to her. Today I brought them a Dutch Apple Pie to thank them for the gift of their friendship. My hope is that we will all have friends like this when we most need them.
|“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing, not curing… that is a friend who cares.” Henri Nouwen|