Sometimes God reaches down and for no reason whatsoever, picks the most beautiful flower in the garden to hold as his very own. He holds it close to his heart and whispers, "You are mine!" And so it was last Saturday, when he took my friend.
In life we meet many people. Some are random and pass through leaving very little trace behind. Some linger for a while and leave without a trace left behind. There are also those who have spent a lifetime with us without leaving a trace behind and then there are those who become entwined in our souls and the very fabric of our being. Anthony was such a friend.
I do not remember how many years ago it was that I met Anthony and Annie, but they forever altered the fabric of my being. Annie was an invalid and Anthony was her caregiver. He had been for many years and as such had enlisted Hospice to help with respite care. I worked for Hospice as a relief. The first time I met Annie she was drawn to my blue eyes and if Annie was happy, Anthony was happy. So began a friendship forged of a common need.
This friendship continued after the passing of Annie, and continued until last Saturday when God seen my Anthony standing all alone in the garden of life. He reached down and cradled him in his arms and with only a brief glance at me standing in the breach he put his arms around my beautiful Anthony and took him home. And they were gone.
We are all given our reasons for being on this earth and we sometimes know what they are and sometimes we do not. My first obligation was to Annie. My second to her son. They are both with God now and I can only thank my dear savior for having had the privilege of knowing these two beautiful souls. I am a better person for having them touch my life.
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