God's instrument

After I posted yesterday's story I thought I should post this one as well. A month or so ago I was at my parent's house letting my son ride dirt bike/ four wheeler with his cousins. It was a really hot and humid day. On my way home I thought maybe I should stop  by the cemetery to water the flowers I put at the boy's grave. I usually bring my own watering can filled with water because the water pump that is at the cemetery is really hard to get to work. You need a lot of muscle power and energy to get water to flow out so I really didn't want to stop since Scott wasn't with me to help but I pulled in anyway.
I was sweating like crazy and struggling to get the water to come out when I hear a voice say "I don't think that is working..." I look up and see an older gentleman walking towards me. He repeats himself and offers me the rest of the water he brought. We get to talking and I discover he had just lost his wife to cancer 21 days ago. The dirt on her grave site was still in a mound because it is not fully settled. This man's name was Charles. (Nathan's middle name) I could tell he loved his wife just like I love Scott. They had been together since they were 13 years old. Married 56 years. He was so distraught. He cried and just was still in such shock. He had so many questions. He didn't know what to do with himself. I tried to console him the best way I could. I told him it will get a little better each day. I reminded him Loretta was still with him everyday. She is still his wife. We talked about his children and grandchildren. We talked about the twins. I told him I go to Greenford Christian Church and there is a support group for widows and maybe it would help. I told him it didn't matter what his religion was or if he was religious at all. I told him it helps to talk to other who have gone through the same things you have. We talked for at least 20 minutes. At the end of conversation he confirmed directions to the church- he said he was familiar where it was at. He gave me a hug.
I hope I helped this gentleman I met at the cemetery- whether it was for 1 minute, 1 hour or 1 day. I continue to pray for Charles and hope he is healing and getting signs from his loved Loretta that she is OK and waiting for him.
Thank you God for making me pull in the cemetery that day! Watering the flowers is not why I went there. I went there to help console a man who just lost his wife.