An Abundance of Blessings

You can disagree with me on this, but I'll argue till the end. I'm pretty sure that I have the best friends and neighbors…in Wisconsin...anywhere, actually. In fact, I'd take mine over anybody else's any day. Bar none.

This past week, while my family and I were dealing with the grief of losing a son and a brother, our friends swooped down on us, fed us, offered a shoulder to cry on, shoveled our snow, walked our dog, picked up our mail, house sat, helped us find photos and memories and were there for us at all hours. Rarely have I felt so loved and cared for in my life.

There is such an amazing community spirit here that it has truly eclipsed our sadness. To say thank you would seem trite. What we can say is we are so truly blessed.

Someday soon, I'll tell you all about the lady that hugged too long, the priest that cried during the entire sermon, the 80+ year old man that kept telling my son he was my husband's classmate and the darling young boy who when thanked for coming said: "Thank you for having me." Because even amidst sadness, I find humor lurking around every corner. But that's just me.