A small story of kindness

I was reading an obituary this morning,
of a woman I did not know
from a couple towns up-river
on the Maine side
who lived in her home
until she was one-hundred-and-three,
because her church friends
helped her stay there.

She moved to her daughter’s house
for the coronavirus year.

Much is said of the many years,
and I will not tell it here,
but only repeat these last words –
“if you want
to make a remembrance in my name,
give a gift to your church.”

Whoever you are and wherever you are
and whenever you are
in life’s journey …
whatever was bright or broken,

you can be kind.

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6 Responses to A small story of kindness

  1. Jessica McArdle says:

    Oh, Maren. This is lovely. Thank you for illuminating the gift of kindness.

    • Maren says:

      It does seem to be an inspiration for those of us as we grow older and cannot “do” the kinds of kind things we remember doing. It made me cry.

  2. “Whoever you are and wherever you are
    and whenever you are
    in life’s journey …
    whatever was bright or broken,
    you can be kind.” Thanks Maren, there truly are no barriers to kindness, whatever our condition or age.

  3. Gary Dillensnyder says:

    amen. lovely and what a wonderful thought

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