Eclectic Shades Magazine April Issue 2018 | Page 51

When she apologized again, I squeezed her hand and reminded her that it is an honor and joy to love your neighbor as yourself, and she was my neighbor. We are all human and no one is exempt of the trials in life—we are all coming out of, living through, or headed toward something and it helps to share that burden. People have wiped my tears (some of whom I did not know) and comforted me with unconditional love and no judgment—how could I treat someone in need any differently? We all have to hold on as the world turns and realize that absolutely everything is recycled—both the good and the bad.

As I reached across the table to lock hands with her, she repeatedly apologized for breaking down in front of me—a total stranger—but I assured her that this moment was meant to be.

As we sat looking over photos together, Hester told me that it was her hope to travel to her father’s birthday party and meet with her siblings to settle the details. She opened a small box containing memorabilia, showing me what she was bringing back to her siblings: the Bible her mother kept next to her bed, a locket, a book holder engraved with the serenity prayer, and a few other small items. Without realizing it, over an hour had passed and I no longer felt worn down and tired. Hester and I had exchanged so many memories and stories, of both heartache and healing. In the midst of losing her mother, Hester and I were able to eat, cry, and express gratitude. Before parting that night, Hester thanked me profusely and told me that I had been an angel.

I marveled at the workings of what we consider a spontaneous moment and what God calls His plan. To Hester, I was an angel; to me, I simply felt like an instrument playing the melody directed by God. In doing so, I was able to receive the many gifts that Hester had given to me in return