While shopping tonight I met a woman who just lost her mother-in-law and is preparing for the funeral next week. I didn’t ask for her name, but I talked with her, hugged her, and we parted ways.
That was it.
Hearing her story made me lose it; I mean I held my crap together as long as I could, but bawled the second I got to the parking lot.
My husband first smiled at my silliness, crying for a stranger. Then he prayed with me. I love that he does that.
My heart breaks for what this lady is going through. She was emotional, but also showed so much numbness; You know what I mean? Ugh, I’ve been there and it’s a tough place.
Just another reminder of “BE KIND, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle”
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