A week fulfilled

"She said she usually cried at least once each day not because she was sad, but because the world was so beautiful and life was so short." brian andreas

I tend to forget that the week after Easter is not always as quiet and relaxed as I hope for. This was one such year.

Pastor will be officiating his first funeral in the new sanctuary tomorrow, beginning under a beautiful, tall, white steeple, with the earthly passing of a dear elderly man last week. I was blessed to be able to help the family on Wednesday in getting him to the hospital, and Pastor was able to be with him much of day Wednesday and Thursday before he died.

Friday morning, my mom called and left a message saying a family friend and neighbor had passed away back in Michigan, after battling cancer for some time. Their youngest daughter is three years older than me, and I can't imagine losing my mom at this age. I still have so much to share with her. So do my children, one of which isn't even born yet.

Whenever somebody dies, it seems like the rest of the time in life is insignificant, and so this must be true. Yes, Lars woke up every night during the week, wailing and screaming and needing some TLC. Yes, he spent at least an hour every day having a temper tantrum and giving me a headache. Yes, Eden had preschool and Lars had therapy, Al had confirmation and meetings, the Wings played, I had piano lessons, calls & a doctor appointment, but in the end, it was a week fulfilled.

Here's a *HUG* for all of you reading this today.

Pass it on.