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"Well, Mrs. Reisch! I'd know you anywhere!" she said as Bob and I entered the funeral parlor. We had come to the funeral of a 93 year old woman who was a member of our church, and I had no idea that this person was her daughter, Linda. Embarassed, looking for clues as to why she'd know me anywhere, I asked her to help me to remember. "My son, Steven, read a scripture at Jeff's funeral," she said. "They were good friends, about the same age." I apologized profusely at my lack of memory, and sat down with the only other person, besides the pastor, I knew in the room. Racking my brain, I asked this lady about the family formerly attending church. But, no 'Aha' moment. Linda came back to us with Stephen, and I said, "Nice to see you again, Stephen. This is Jeff's dad, Mr. Reisch." (I should have shaken his hand, but didn't.) Turning again to my friend, I said, "I feel absolutely terrible that I can not remember Stephen taking part in Jeff's funeral!" She smiled and said, "Times like that you're in a fog anyway. You don't remember very much." After the service I smiled as we shook Linda's hand, but left in another fog. Thought about it for quite a while, but no 'Aha' moment.~~~Sometimes our lives make ripples we don't even remember, but for other people it's a long memory. Lord, continue to bless the people whom Jeff blessed. Thank you!
