Gifts poured in during the week of my dad’s funeral –expensive flower arrangements; cards with cash; and enough food that we had to create an overflow table in the garage.
But one of my favorites was the package of toilet paper.
Some ladies put in their dollars and went together on that paper product, and all us girls thought it was wonderful. There were a lot of people in the house and, ahem, in the bathrooms, so this was a very practical gift.
I came across this quote today:
The women who brought the toilet paper were thoughtful, and that’s all we needed –people caring for us in our grief. I didn’t compare the monetary value of the gifts brought to us. All I knew was that we were being loved on from all directions, with different flavors of goodness. It was all comforting and helpful.
During the week, my mom’s friend from work brought us a huge tray of hot-out-of-the-oven homemade cinnamon rolls. Now I’m not the kind of woman to bring that kind of gift.
But toilet paper? I could buy toilet paper for someone, with no worry that I might leave out the baking powder or burn it in the oven.
What do you have to offer to someone today?