Anonymous
I would like to thank each person who helped my Mom, not just at the time of her illness and death, but throughout her life. Thank you all for your kind words and generosity. They have meant a lot, they have provided comfort. Each of us is dealing with Mom's death as best we know how. Seems we go along for the most part like normal then suddenly we trip hard over something seemingly trivial. I had been using the Sytsema Funeral Home ink pen since meeting with Scott the day Mom passed away writing down the funeral plans. Tunrs out I kept this pen in my hand as is had a comfortable spot for my thumb and my index finger and my heart. After about two weeks later the tip suddenly fell off and the ink started to ooze out. I stared at it for a moment then lost it, crying. A rush of what I had been through over the prior two weeks took me over with emotion: I'd realized that this pen had been through quite a bit with me. These are the moments I mean. Also, someone told me to look for small miracles from Mom all around. I live in California and told a few people of the pen episode, then let it rest. About a month later I got a small package with two of the same pens in it with a note from Scott at Sytsema saying he'd heard I could use another pen. It is these kinds of tender generosities that make this time all the more manageable. Again, thank you all. Mary Amir.##imported-begin##Mary S. Amir##imported-end##