Monday, March 14, 2011

Asking For Help

Our assignment was to have Michael's eulogy ready by Sunday afternoon when we would meet with the officiant for the upcoming memorial service.  We had spent all day Thursday, as well as Friday morning, creating the obituary and felt absolutely drained.  How could we possibly tackle the even larger task before us?  On Saturday morning I was standing at the kitchen sink looking out the window when it hit me.  I could ask for help. I immediately knew who that perfect person would be. I called my best friend/"sister" to see if she would be able to take on this incredibly difficult job. She's an amazing writer, has known Michael his whole life, and due to a previous commitment that is taking her out of the country, she will be unable to attend the service in person.  Through her tears, she agreed and told me she would be honoured to do that for us. Yesterday she arrived here with her gift of a beautiful tribute to Michael.  I have come a long way over the years in terms of even being able to accept help from others, to now arriving in a place of being able to take it even one step further and ask for it. This is part of my growth in all of this crazy.


Unknown said...

Asking for help is a sign of strength not weakness. Irene

Gena said...

In asking for my help, you actually gave me a gift.