Damn Shame

I spent the evening at a local hospice with the family of a young woman who died from liver failure. It hit me pretty hard because she basically drank herself to death. She even lost her chance at a liver transplant because she wouldn't get sober. That is bad, sad and a damn shame but the part that really upset me was her children. I asked if they had any stories about their mom that they wanted to share with people. The answer was so sad, "No we don't remember any good times. She got sick when we were too young to remember."

It really hurt to think that these kids didn't have any good memories of their mother. I pray that they will remember something as the days go by but it tugged at my heart. I came home and cried. I seldom do that when it comes to funerals....jaded--maybe but I believe it is more a profound faith in the promise of Jesus. Death isn't the boogie-man to me.