I am thankful for comforting things.
Last Monday, my father passed away. Through my sadness, this week I was comforted by many things.
I was comforted that my father was able to live a good, long life before he passed away.
I was comforted by all of my family around me.
I was comforted by the ample food that the neighbors brought to feed us.
I was comforted when I made arrangements for my father with people who knew him and respected him.
I was comforted by the stories that were told to me by my father's friends.
I was comforted by the kind words from friends in both my face-to-face world and in my blog world.
I was comforted by the words, "The good Lord gave us tears for a reason. It would be a shame not to use them when you need them."
And I was comforted when I arrived back home to see daffodils blooming and knew that the promise of spring was indeed here.
