Rita

When my faith journey first commenced, our paths crossed.

Attending communion service at LC in Mequon, I got to know Rita. At first, it was about making sure she had a chair with arms so she could stand up and take the body of Christ.

Then, I would arrive in time to help her in and out of her car and into the service. Being a very independent woman she lived in and drove all around our town.

We always talked. She always listened. And we became close.

Moreso than I ever imagined.

Then a week or so ago, I get a letter from her son telling me she passed. And how she spoke of me. Tonight at the service, several people from the same communion service came up to me to say how she always spoke of me.

Talk about a “come to Jesus” moment.

They are desperately needed so as to realign oneself with what is genuine. Honest. True.

And of God.

Rita just loved, shared and gave. All the way to the end.

I am floored that those individuals approached me to share how much she cared for my well-being. After the fact.

Cannot say it was out of the blue.

It was out of Rita.

This changes things in a grand fashion.

Thank you for remaining with me past the end Rita.

I will forever then remain with you.

You just changed my life – again – for the better.

Thank you.