Today was Memorial Day and as you could possible imagine the busiest day ever at a mortuary. I approached an elderly couple that was standing over a grave that was covered in flowers to see if they would like for me to polish off the marker. Instantly they said yes, and proceeded to tell me that they were there to visit there eldest grandson that was killed in a car accident a few years back. I stayed and let this grandmother tell me how her grandson was “lost” for 4 days before he was found. And how he was active in youth ministry at his church, a up and coming model, and just an all American great guy. I felt bad for her loss. But I felt great to just to make her feel good because I listened. She gave me the biggest hug as I felt a little bit of her loss go away, I smiled.
