- Death & Loss of Life
A River Of Mercy, A Bond Of Grief
A Bond of Grief
It was a quite and lovely street
I was new to the neighborhood
Cars in and out next door gathered with somber
Mary Jamerson had lost a child
Awkwardly, I paid respects
Knocking softly. Pale and dry eyed she invited me in.
Introduced me to other neighbors
Food was on the table, untouched
I said all the proper things, "I am sorry for your loss; is there anything I can do; I am right next door if you need anything."
She sat quietly at the kitchen table and offered coffee.
I was amazed at her strength and stoic composure.
The door bell rang. Someone called to Mary, "Gracie is here."
Mary's face exploded with emotion. She rose and walked quickly to the front door.
Someone whispered to me, "That's Grace Meadows, one of her good friends who also lost a child."
They embraced, and held each other. A river of mercy and grace ran between them
In a bond of grief.
I left quietly