Yesterday a funeral home called me in the late afternoon. The family of a man who had died wanted to donate their leftover food from the funeral service to the homeless group I work with.
It was a little overwhelming to go to the funeral home.
I am fairly uncomfortable with death.
When we walked in it was just the immediate family and the caterers standing around. I felt very rude intruding on this group of people even though it wasn't really intruding since we had been invited.
I was deeply impressed by the kindness of this family and their generosity even in the midst of their grief.
To me it really felt like a reaffirmation or acknowledgement of life itself.
While I was there the funeral director told me that people usually throw away the leftover food. She asked if she could suggest the homeless group I work with as a place to donate food again.
I am constantly in awe of the kindness of people and the incredible love of God.
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