Yesterday I visited a family from Iran for a meal commemorating 45 days after the husband’s father died. We sat and ate on the floor. Our meal was fish and veggies.
This family is special to me for many reasons. I wanted to be there with them to show my support for them. It was the first time the husband called me brother.
One of the hardest things for refugees is when a loved one is sick or dies because they cannot travel home to be there for their loved ones. My desire is to be there for refugees at difficult times.
We rejoice with those who rejoice and mourn with those who mourn.
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