They tell me 
There is a purpose
And a promise

A smile. A word of advice. A pat on the shoulder.

"It'll be all right. God knows what you need. He is enough for you. Do you have any recommendations on where to get curtains? Would you be available to help with the wedding setup? Do you know how to make little paper chains out of book pages?"

And they return, strengthened by Good Samaritanship, to their family circle.

Shaking their heads a little when they think of me, looking to their loved ones, and feeling a little more grateful for their warmth and closeness, the loving touches, the enduring importance of family, the only thing that really matters. "We can do anything, as long as we've got each other," they think.

Perhaps this is my purpose.