I was honored to be approached by The Kindness Blog to write an article about the ways in which kindness has affected my life…this is the story I submitted.
He didn’t kiss me goodbye in the morning, believing that it was too early (4 a.m.) to wake me up. Who could imagine that later that afternoon, I would be kissing him, in the emergency room of our local hospital and his lips would be cold? My 36-year-old husband, dead from a head injury at work, leaving me a 29-year-old widow and the single parent of our 2-year-old.
Kindness came calling in the form of funeral flowers, arrangements reflecting his love of the outdoors. Stories shared of how he touched friends lives came to me in cards sent and memorials given to support our young child.
I will never forget the primary-colored wood pull-toy that was given to my son by…
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