In what is probably the saddest Fall I have experienced, I had one more memorial service to attend last night. A young woman in our congregation lost her fight with cancer the day after Christmas. It is heartbreaking on so many levels; a life cut far too short, a family left grieving, young friends learning the hard realities of death far too early. The memorial service was lovely, lots of her favorite things with beautiful rememberances. There was not a dry eye to be found.
It was heartening to see our little church community come and grieve together. She was a part of us and we all felt the loss. I was glad that her family could see that they are not alone in this horrible loss; that we are there for them. Times like these reinforce why I am part of a community. We need each other. Life is hard and no one should have to go it alone.