Being A Friend

Some ask how to be a friend to someone who has lost; I was reminded this past Friday of one way.

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I rarely bring up Elias with people I met after him.

          I did with a teacher from Z's school.

She asked about my weekend, and I (briefly) told her the reason we were going away.

Before parting ways, she grabbed my arm and intently inquired with love in her eyes,

          "What was your baby's name?"

                    I felt like she was looking into my inner soul.

She told me what a beautiful name Elias is, and committed it to memory by repeating his name.

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The bereaved love hearing others say their deceased one's name.

          It recognizes their life, value, and memory.
          It demonstrates that you do not fear talking about their loved one.