Today, we attended a funeral for a friend who lost her husband to cancer.
I remember sitting with her over the past weeks at hospice. Even during those days, she still had "hope". Hope that maybe a new doctor would operate, "hope" that a test would come back better than the last one, "hope" for a miracle.
As we remembered this young man today whose life was "full", I wanted to reach her hand and reassure her that "hope" is still there. It will look different and only "time" will reveal it.
I have listened to this song and thought of her every time I heard it.
"...this pain reminds us, that this is not our Home"