Donation

A parishioner’s husband died last year. Jane hadn’t been able to part with anything. His tools were still in the basement, his pipe still on the side table. And clothes! Winter wear and summer, work wear and Sunday best. Over several weeks, I took clothes to the men’s shelter. Shortly after Christmas, Jane came with me to drop off the last load. We pulled up by the door and she let out a little sound … “That man’s wearing Fred’s coat!” I thought tears might flow, but no. She said, “This is really good,” … and we took the last load in.