Yesterday, I attended a memorial service for a friends' mother who recently passed away. I found out via a post on social media that she had passed. Though I hadn't seen my friend in years, I realized that the service would be near me and that I had an opportunity to be there. When the service ended and we went to share condolences with the family I weirdly kept thinking and also said, "thank you." I could not figure out why I felt so grateful. Saying "thank you" to people who are grieving is beyond strange but I was overwhelmed with gratitude that was mixed with sadness. I kept wondering why "thank you" was on my tongue. I spent the car ride and most of today thinking about why. Here's what I've discovered: I was thankful for the privilege and honor to be able to witness and be in the presence of their mother's love. There was such beauty in the room, such open heartedness, such joy, such sadness, such support, such fullness of hu