A woman in our ward passed away this past week. She left behind a 7 year old boy and a 17 year old girl. She had a rare auto-immune disease that they never could diagnose -and that kept her house and bed bound. In some ways her passing was a mercy, since she was really very, very sick -but in other ways... how very sad for those babies to lose their momma at such a young age.
I'm the compassionate service leader in the ward, which meant that it was my job to line up meals for the family and food and kitchen help for the service. On the sign up I asked for 5 people to bring potatoes -6 people signed up. I asked for 6 desserts, 7 people brought them. I asked for 5 kitchen helpers -11 showed up, ready to dig in with the work involved in feeding & cleaning up after 50 some odd people.
This ward I live it is pretty amazing.
Someone from the family came in towards the end to hug us and thank us. We don't know them and they don't know us, but it didn't matter. There was a sister of ours, sitting in heaven, who needed us to be working in the kitchen for her family and her friends. We were glad we were able to do something for her. We know it'll be our turn one day.