I was at the service for Mary Ellen’s father this past Monday. There was grief. There were tears. But I sensed God’s presence there, as well. Through the grief, when the tears were flowing, He was right there, crying right along with the family and friends, feeling the pain and loss every bit as much as they did. One other thing I remember
about the service was the poem one of the priests read in the first person, as if Dan were speaking to each of his family and friends. Two lines really struck me. He said if they needed him to call and he would be there. They may not be able to see him or sense his presence, but he would be there. I thought to myself, just
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