The evening that my father passed away, Mom's very dear friend, Deb, was with her almost instantaneously. She was at the house for hours with my mom that evening, and took over answering phone calls and helped to notify other friends and family. Today, she lost another dear friend. My mom's life long best friend, Marilyn, rushed in to be with my mother when Deb called her. Marilyn and her husband John took care of so many things for my family over that weekend. Marilyn's mother is currently in the hospital (in her 80's) battling pneumonia and struggling. In addition, the weekend after my father passed, Marilyn's daughter Sarah stood with her best friend as they buried the best friend's father. Sarah refers to us as her "other family", and dealing with both the death of my father and her best friend's father was so tough on her...now she prays (as we all do) for her grandmother.
And of course, there is also my dad's "other family"...the Allen family with whom he worked for over 30 years. He was a second father to the kids, and just six weeks after they buried their own father they mourned my dad as well.
It just seems as though so many who mourned and grieved with us, and supported us day and night, keep hurting. It just seems as though there are so many hurting...so much hurt going around at the holidays just doesn't seem right.
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