Cookies and pants on your front porch. It was a simple text, but one that meant so much. What I read though was we want to help you in your time of grief. I will hem your pants and my sister baked some cookies for you. It was help. It was love, support and comfort.
Losing a loved one isn’t easy, but it is certainly one of the inevitable facts of life. I lost my father last Saturday at the age of 95. He was just 10 days away from his 96th birthday. That’s a good long life. Dad had pre-planned funeral arrangements and had even organized the opening of our family’s gravesite which really took away the stress of finalizing details during our time of sorrow.
You don’t understand the comfort that family and friends provide during the death of a loved one until you need it, and the older I get, the more I “get it” and see the importance of being supportive to those in need. This time, we were in need, and family and friends came in support and remembrance of my dad; who everyone said never said a bad word about anyone his entire life.
I had friends who hemmed pants for me to wear, baked cookies and brownies, and a long-time family friend who prepared and cooked a pork roast for the family so we didn’t have to worry about preparing dinner. Edible arrangements, flowers, plants and many memorials were given in what seemed to be a condensed time frame in this surreal life altering event. Our dad was loved by many.
So perhaps you stopped by the wake, attended the funeral, posted one of the many well wishes on our Facebook pages, sent a text message, baked, sent flowers or plants, made a memorial to the wonderful Wittenberg Village where dad lived for the past few years, cooked a pork roast, traveled from a far distance, or simply thought about my dad this week, THANK YOU! Your support and love meant so much to me and my entire family. R.I.P. Nick F. Bella.