This morning, two younger people (as in people my age) were sitting in the back at Church #2. When we were outside after the service, I introduced myself to the guy and he told me that he was here with a friend. The friend turned out to be the younger sister of a soldier from our area that was killed in March. The conversation went something like this.
J: It was good to see you in church today.
S: Thanks. I like coming here but it’s really hard right now.
J: Why? *realizes that her late brother is probably the reason*
S: *in a whisper* Because of [late brother].
J: Well… you are always welcome anytime, tears or no tears. If you come and you feel like you need to cry, I know that there will people to sit with you.
It made me think about my parents’ generation who dealt with this while the Vietnam War was going on. I know that my in-laws and my parents all lost friends when they were in college because those people were killed in Vietnam.
Strange how history repeats itself…
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I’m still a little too tired to write anything coherent. I got 2 hours of napping in and I think I’ll hit the sack after Grey’s Anatomy.
Congrats are in order for my college friend Michael Park who wed his beloved Kristen yesterday in Memphis, Tennessee. Blessings to you two in your marriage and I want to see the pictures when you get back!