An old friend from my political days died last week, and the family asked me to have the funeral. I would have come anyway.
This isn't just about my friend -- call her L --who was one of a bunch of great people I came to know and love while working here in politics in the 90s; her longtime friend and companion was and is a mentor to many of us; come to think of it, she was a mother to a lot of the folks too.
Today here daughter in law and grandson met me at Dulles airport. Her son (who I've known for about 20 years) and I were talking and visiting this afternoon. Our friend, H, who cared for L as her health declined, also came by. We had a great visit, like old times...except L wasn't at his side.
This isn't something I'd often do. It something I might easily have been unable to do. But while I now wish I'd done more for L before she died, this is something I had to do.
Pray for L, who happily had the blessing of Last Rites to send her off; pray for the family and friends who are very sad.