Anguish.
The seat beside her was empty.
When she began to weep as we sang the
Familiar carol, I put my arm around her and
Hugged her tight.
"How long will the tears last?" she
Asked me.
I was truthful.
"Yours are just beginning.
It will be a long time."
Minutes later I bumped into a
Bereaved mom.
Her daughter's funeral was on Monday.
Our hug was a long one.
If we watch for them, we will see the
Walking wounded all around us, trying to
Somehow "do" Christmas with
Broken hearts.
And when we don't know what to say to
Them, a hug will do.