In this world where violence is daily occurance
its easy to become jaded. That was what had
happened to me over the years. After listening to the news day in and day out I had adopted a
Thomas Hobbes out look towards the world. Sometimes it takes a tragedy to make you appreciate thosd people around you. So it was with me.
It was Tuesday morning, Febuary10,2004 when my
mother unexpectedly passed away.The rescue squad
members who responded to our call were wonderful,
as were the police officers who came out with them. All of them made sure my father, sister,
and I were all right. One of the police officers
stayed with us until just before the undertaker
The rest of the family, which included my sisters
Shari and Heather, their husbands Charlie and
Anthony, and Shari's boys, Charles and Jamie,
and John, a family friend whom my mother had come to think of as a son. Anthony was our rock. He
kept trying to make us all feel better.
The response from our neighbors and people to my
mother's untimely passing was overwhelming to say
the least. When the neighbors learned of our
tragedy, they began bringing us food. Mrs.
Lauriello, Anthony's mother, offered to provide
a reception at her house following the funeral,
a very generous offer coming from some one who
barely knew us. My brother in law Charlie got
some friends of his who own a restruant to donate
two platterss of cold cuts.
My mother's funeral was Febuary 14, Valentine's
Day of all days. The place where the servce was
held was packed. I hadn't realized until then just
how many people's lives my mother had touched.
Just about everyone from her church was there.
Though we didn't experience the kind of romantic
love usually associated with Valentine's Day, my
family and I experienced the kind of love that
can only come from truly caring people, like
those who had come to pay tribute to my mother.
They say that the Lord works in mysterious ways
to make his plans work and I guess this was one
of them. I don't know why he choose to show me
that there was still good people in the world by
taking my mother, but I guess he has his reason.
I certainly don't have the wisdom to argue with God. In cases like this, some people get angry with God and blame him for their loss. Strangely,
I haven't gone through that. In fact, I feel as
if this loss has made me a more spiritual person
and brought me closer to him.
AS I walked away from mother's grave following
a brief ceremony, I looked up at the sky and
thanked God for getting me through the most
difficult day of my life.