It's been several months since you posted this Oldbat, but I would imagine it is never too late to hear about random acts of kindness.
5 weeks ago, my beloved husband Henry died. His health had not been good for several months and for him it was a relief to know that he could enjoy the last weeks spending time with those he loved, talking, laughing, eating toast and ice cream and sleeping. There were no other ‘should’s on his list.
For many years I have worked in the area of palliative care – caring for and talking with those who are at end of life, their friends and family. I have spoken words of caring and compassion and provided care that I hope demonstrated that as well.
It is much different on ‘this side’. It is much lonelier than I had expected. There are more tears than I had expected – at unexpected sometimes inconvenient times. But I want to talk about those random acts of kindness – a card dropped in the mailbox describing meaningful conversations with Henry; a bonfire held at the lake when memories of Henry were shared; lasagna and muffins; a warm hug; invitation to coffee; an email. All these things and more that I never really took note of before or would have shrugged off – now so full of meaning and comfort. Random acts of kindness… Comfort for the Long Haul.
Katherine