A dear friend died this morning. Daphne's grace, love and prayers for others have been a joy to me over the eighteen years of our friendship. Over those years, once a month we shared communion and laughter in her home. Her trust in Jesus rarely waivered and her commitment to making Him known was passionate. Initially a small group of mature women joined us on the trip tom Strathblane. It was the custom of a few of these ladies (Daphne was a ringleader) to gently, and not so gently, tease me. I loved it! As Daphne became more unwell, it became less appropriate to take others with me. Latterly, it was simply the two of us, sharing and praying together. We'd talk about how she and her husband Paddy met in North Africa during World War Two and of how much she loved him. We talked at length of her love for her children and their children. I also got to know her carers better - they too are devastated by her passing.
Today I am humbled to have known her, to have learned from her and to have laughed with her. For me, it feels like an end of an era - something that has been a highlight of the month, will cease and life must carry on. I hope that all that is good in Daphne's life will live on in her family, friends and in me.
Daphne, may you rest in peace and rise in glory.