My friend, Berlinda’s mother was also a mother to me when she was alive. The day she died everything stopped for me. I felt like a piece of me was missing. It felt like I lost someone who was more than just a mother to a friend.
She was a mother to me too and I was going to miss her presence in my life. I cried with Berlinda and stayed with her throughout the funeral and burial. On Sunday during the thanksgiving church service, I sat beside a guy I was seeing for the first time. I didn’t belong to that church so most faces there were new to me. He called me by name. He said, “Anas, you can share my hymn book with me.” The church was singing hymnals. I didn’t have one so I was just humming along. He might have seen my suffering with the……Read Full Story Here………………
