I’ll be singing in a funeral again soon.
It’s been arranged for years. By a woman who loved me more, I think, than I even knew. And I knew she loved me a lot.
She lived within walking distance. Her apartment was literally on the other end of a beautiful walking path that is a few steps from my house. And I saw her rarely. Very few times in the last several years.
This woman prayed me through every single faith crisis I’ve ever had. Every single one. She prayed me through cancer too. And motherhood and sorrow and marriage and graduations and regular ol’ life.
I saw her last night… before. And she said, “Hi, Serenity,” though it was difficult to understand. And then she looked right at me and asked, “What took you so long?”