The next day, a friend asked me how were the services. While describing how lovely they were I reached into my purse, pulled out my digital camera, and said, "Look at the pictures I took."
My poor friend, KP, got that "deer in the headlight" look. I was slow in picking up the signals she was sending to me. For every step toward her I took she took two backing away from me. Finally I realized that she was afraid that I had taken pictures of the open coffin and was attempting to escape the horror that was coming toward her (and not so gracefully, I might say).
No, I reassured her, the flowers in the lobby were so beautiful I had to take a picture of them. This white and pink daisy was the size of a salad plate and I thought it was spectacular.
In loving memory to our friend, Donna Tuttle .
Mrs.RGS
3 comments:
Sometimes I wonder what goes through peoples minds. Several years ago I went to a viewing of a 9 month old baby. The family attended our church and had asked the church to attend as a witness to the fathers unsaved co-workers. It was sad the request even had to be made, shouldn't we as christians be more willing to support our "family" members through their trials? Following the service I arrived at church and the pastors wife asked why I had attended since "I don't like to go to those things." As a young woman I was taken back that she thought anyone would have attended because they enjoyed it.
I think the daisys for your friend were lovely.
Kim, how disheartening to hear that from the pastor's wife. Thank goodness not all corner's of the flock are like that. I can tell from the great turn-out you had for the VBS last week that you are now in a caring, loving church. Such a difference.
Rita
I'm so sorry for your loss. The daisies are so pretty.
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