The tenderness that surrounds our hearts is healing. Soft and caring, full and rich. My family and I thank you. We are overwhelmed by our grief, yet your generous constant support cushions our sadness. Thank you for each and every word of sympathy, prayer uttered, thought of hope given. Thank you for every flower, fern, plant, and seeds of hope. Thank you for the plates of cookies, casseroles, side dishes of rich friendship and servings to feed an army of weakness. Thank you for the cards chosen and sent, the candles lite all over in churches near and far. Thank you for sharing your stories, your pain, your compassion, for leaving comments that have helped me and MANY others. Thank you for the CDs of music, books, sweets, and your full open hearts and virtual hugs. Thank you for listening to me for three months, for holding my family up and telling me that my sharing was a healing ministry for you as well. Thank you for praying for my father; for keeping him in your thoughts. Thank you a million times over. Thank you for bearing witness to suffering and not running away from it. Thank you yesterday, today and tomorrow.
I hope that the tenderness that I have felt in your friendship, returns the blessing to you today.
