Ada, Ohio

Earlier this year I learned that my first love had died. Since I had not seen him in over 40 years and he had married and had a family I did not feel that it was appropriate to attend his funeral. I was overwhelmed by the grief that I felt by his passing. I had often wondered what if we had not broken up? Would I now be the grieving widow?

After reading his obituary I looked up his adult children on-line. One in particular was so devastated by the passing of his “best friend” and I wanted to do something for him. But what?

Then I read the Christmas Jars and I knew what I could do. I got a jar, filled it with coins and cash and enclosed a copy of the book for him. I delivered the jar to his uncle’s church with a request that it be delivered to the grieving son. I hoped that the book or the jar would give him hope and comfort. A week later I read on Facebook that he had received that jar, that it touched him and his children. He also said that he prayed that I had a Merry Christmas. I received more than I gave.