Lori's (Jeremy's sister) service was yesterday. Basically, they just had a time for friends and family to get together and talk about "the good ol' days" with lots of food and the boys running around around it all. I met some of Jeremy's old teachers and other family members. A lot of people came to remember Lori.
The strangest thing happened about halfway through the time we were there. I was sitting on a chair talking to Isaiah when all of a sudden he said he had to go "tell that lady something". I asked if he meant Nana, because she was standing in the circle of women he pointed to. He said "no, that lady in the middle". I had no idea who he meant, but I let him go...even encouraging him when he got to the edge of the circle and looked back at me. My 3 year old walked into the middle of a group of women he didn't know (except his Nana) and went right up to Lori's best friend, and gave her a hug. I don't know if he said anything to her, no one heard him. When he came back I asked what he told her and he said he "couldn't tell me".
I don't know if the woman needed extra encouragement or what, but I fully believe there was something bigger than us at work there
The strangest thing happened about halfway through the time we were there. I was sitting on a chair talking to Isaiah when all of a sudden he said he had to go "tell that lady something". I asked if he meant Nana, because she was standing in the circle of women he pointed to. He said "no, that lady in the middle". I had no idea who he meant, but I let him go...even encouraging him when he got to the edge of the circle and looked back at me. My 3 year old walked into the middle of a group of women he didn't know (except his Nana) and went right up to Lori's best friend, and gave her a hug. I don't know if he said anything to her, no one heard him. When he came back I asked what he told her and he said he "couldn't tell me".
I don't know if the woman needed extra encouragement or what, but I fully believe there was something bigger than us at work there
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