Today I had an e-mail from Chaplain Friend. Our Prayer Shawl Knitters have given her some prayer shawls to distribute at her discretion. This morning she gave one to Sarah, and Sarah wanted to know more about who knit this beautiful dark purple shawl. Chaplain Friend wondered if I would stop in to see Sarah, since I was going to the hospital for a meeting this afternoon anyway.
Sarah is 53, mother of a 15-year-old boy and a 17-year-old girl. They have a stepfather who is not really a father figure and a father who is not much of a father. Sarah is very, very ill with pancreatic cancer. The prognosis is not good.
She’s on a lot of pain medication, and thoughts seem to fly in and out of focus for her. But the shawl is something concrete, not a name she can forget or a plan she cannot make or a word that just won’t come across her lips, but a warm and beautiful symbol of love. She expressed wonder that we wanted her to have it, that people are so kind to her in her illness.
“Isn’t it amazing,” I said, “that even though this world seems so full of anger and disaster, there is so much love that circulates, too?”
We both had tears in our eyes.
When you say your prayers next, however you say them, please remember Sarah. I cannot forget her.