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Write about the kindness of strangers.

It was submitted by: http://www.TaylorLife.com

This is not the post I wanted to write when I received the prompt. I had a whole post planned out, but then two days later we got a late night phone call that changed everything.
The past two weeks have been chaotic and insane as we learned that my father-in-law unexpectedly died. It’s that phone call in the middle of the night you always fear. It’s those words that cause the world as you know it to forever and drastically change.
I won’t go into details as respect for my family. I will tell you the kindness of family and friends overwhelms me.
Co-workers and members of the senior citizen group all swarmed in to pay their respects to my mother-in-law. Family friends from years back came and shared beautiful memories. Friends of my sister-in-law and her husband piled in. Friends of my husband, even those who we have not spoken to in years, came to show support. Scouts, leaders, and past scouts came to support my husband.
It was beyond beautiful in a sorrowful time.
My father-in-law is survived by his wife, his daughter, his son, and three grandsons and one granddaughter.
Friends and family sent messages, flowers, cards, food.
My parents didn’t even think, they just acted. My mom purchased me and my son clothes for the wake and funeral. They kept Anthony busy during the points at the wake he was getting restless. They took him out to eat and brought him home and stayed late with him so I could stay at the wake. They drove me around at the funeral so I didn’t have to worry about the stress of keeping up with my son. They supported me, so I could support my husband.
Then my dear friend visited me on my way back home to show her condolences and celebrate my birthday, which was the same day as the wake. I did get upset when wished a happy birthday. I didn’t feel like a day to be happy. She would have none of that and insisted that I have some joy as the next day we would lay my father-in-law to rest.
We fight, we hold grudges, we push others away, but when tragedy strikes its all moved aside and we come together. I saw that power and love through the sorrow, I saw the kindness through the sadness.