We had a family friend pass away last week, Carol. She was my dad's cousin as well, and a neighbor where I grew up. Carol had many children and and grandchildren. One of Carol's sisters lives a few hours from where my family lives. That sister has a daughter who my mom doesn't know. When Carol was sick, that daughter came over to my mom's house to drop something off. When she told my mom that it wasn't going very well, my mom hugged this cousin's-daughter-who-she-hadn't-met for a long time. [Note: my mom will hug anyone she thinks needs it. She's there for everyone, always.]
At the reviewal, my mom saw the cousin's daughter and they smiled at each other in recognition. My mom said to her cousin who was standing next to her, "I really like your daughter. I don't know how my heart knows her, but it does."
My mom's heart knows everyone. (She did not give me permission to gush, but in the spirit of my Month of Love blog, she'll just have to suffer. ) She is one of those people who loves everyone, and everyone loves her.
I hope I'm just like her when I grow up.