The doctor came out and went into a small room with my friend and his sister. When they came out we knew there was no hope. She was lost. How could someone so healthy, so vital, so full of life, be gone in a flash and with no explanation?
Three weeks after the first funeral we are in the same chapel with many of the same people to bury another mother of young children. The two women could not have been more alike: lively, smart, beautiful, committed … and now gone. As I settled in for this second service, I remembered the presence of the deceased next to me only a short time ago. As I listened to the eulogies, I tried to reason with how such a thing could be.
As the mourners again made the long walk to the burial site, I refused to let anyone walk with me. I am not a superstitious person by nature, but this was an eerie experience. All I could think of was her heartfelt words of concern of what we could do for the poor husband and his four children. My thoughts turned to how we were going to now cope with her poor husband and their three young ones.
Our community, in short order, was faced with two husbands who were now widowers and seven children spending their lives without their respective mothers. Two wonderful men are facing the challenge of being both mother and father. The rest of us were left to contemplate the meaning of it all. What we do know is that life is so precious and so often inexplicably short, and what we know, especially, is that we can never take anything for granted.