Shari and her husband were standing at the head of Nathan’s casket.
“Can you imagine if that were your son?” A lady behind me asked.
“No, I can’t.”
As I approached his casket, I noticed Nathan was wearing a trendy rubber bracelet imprinted with the words “CLASS OF 2013.”
I hugged Shari and gave her my condolences.
“Thank you for the flowers.”
“You are welcome.”
“I think of you when I look at them.”
“I woke at four in the morning ... ”
I couldn’t utter another word as my throat clamped shut like a vice grip. I put my hands together to symbolize prayer and began crying.
I was able to finish what I was trying to say.
“I stayed awake until 5:00 a.m.”
“I am glad because that was when I needed prayer.”
We’ve been in the same Sunday school class for over ten years and have endured many rough times. I hugged her husband and spoke to him.
“I have something for you,” he said.
He reached in his pocket and pulled out a mint. We laughed. I brought mints to Sunday school to share.
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