"Yes" I reply
She hands me one of the roses
"Oh, no, it's ok."
She then begins to tell me of her son John and how he attended Queen's and loved sitting down by the water 5yrs ago today.
I am at a loss for words and just listen intently.
She walks past and continues to throw the roses into the water.
Not really knowing what to do with this rose, I pray and felt led to toss it into the water in memory of John.
As I continued to watch the water, his mother cries "John!" "John!"
On the verge of tears at this point unable to eat, I sit unable to really do or say anything.
I begin to pack up and see his mom is too, God prompts me to hug her and my flesh resists, but my spirit wins out and I am led to mourn with her. I grasp her hand and hold it tight with nothing to say. Her words to me:
"God Bless you today"
Father, comfort their broken hearts.