The two words, “Thank You”, do not impart all the warm emotions I feel as I recall the myriad of things you and your staff did for my family in our time of distress. You would have had to know my mom to fully understand why I think of you as family, now. She always tried to make our pathways smooth ones. It seems as though you were in lock-step with her these past two weeks, always thinking of others, instead of yourself, just as she did.
Your heartfelt guidance and sincere expressions of sympathy to each of us is genuinely appreciated. The extra measures of assistance you and your staff provided for us all is prized and will not be soon forgotten. I am amazed at your patience with us as we stumbled along, seemingly in a fog, at times. You valued our grief and, without judgement, allowed us to express it in our own ways and on our own schedule. Yes, Mom would have enjoyed meeting you...and she would have liked you, too.
Strangely, when I drive by your chapel now, I look over and lovingly think of Mom. The feeling is similar to that when you drive by that last home where your folks used to live. It’s a cheerful feeling. And it’s due to you. Thank You!