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Paying tribute to those we love
Recently, I visited a friend whom I’d known for most of my life, but hadn’t seen for a very long time. We realized we wanted to celebrate our friendship and talk about the special colors of life we saw in each other. It was great to say thank you out loud! I thought afterward what a refreshing visit it had been.
It’s so easy to take one another for granted and let all those loving thoughts lie unspoken. But sometimes a friend slips away and people feel sad that they’ve missed the opportunity. When my husband passed on some years ago, the tributes paid to him reflected his gentleness and integrity, his professional skill and dedication, his love of his family, and much more. I found myself so wishing that he could have heard them all and known how much his life meant to others.
About the author
Fenella Bennetts is a Christian Science practitioner and teacher in Ripley, Surrey, England.

December 3, 2012 issue
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Letters
Nanci Kendall, Louis Denes, Luke Hatfield, Gary Bottje
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Goodbye to sadness
Rosalie E. Dunbar, Senior Staff Editor
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Paying tribute to those we love
Fenella Bennetts
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In times of grief, what's needed?
Linda L. Berckmann
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A singing heart
Beverly DeWindt
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Don't panic—let divine Mind get a grip on you
Michelle Nanouche
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Man is not a monster
Bethany Phillips
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Hometown healing
George Zucker
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Be steadfast
Julie Ward
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And God said...
Cate Vincent
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The lesson of the owl
Ruth Geyer
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A new design in the new year
John Sparkman
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Heaven is here
Madora Kibbe
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Sent to the harvest
Michael Morgan
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Protecting the innocents by protecting innocence
Lynn Mahoney
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Kept safe
Christa Kreutz
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Prayer provides the means
Louis Muamba Mulumba
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One in five Americans say they have no religious affiliation
Kimberly Winston
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A new 'Christian abolitionist' movement?
Amanda Greene
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Hypothyroidism healed
Corrine Moore-Banker
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From limping to running
Heidi Hammond
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My wrist moves freely
Datu Mulyono
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Not even death
The Editors