We mourned with her. She cried when she saw us. We ached inside for her. When the song began to play, I knew it was perfect. It brought us each a little peace.
Afterward I ran into a family friend who, according to her, I had not seen since the War of 1812. She was so kind, so positive and so very flattering. I stood in awe of it. It was what I needed and I felt guilty even thinking about what I needed. I tried to burn her example into my mind and remember to share the same kindness with others I encountered.
I dug in the garden, thinking of both women, recalling their influence, replaying their words and internalizing their goodness.