It feels like such small words to express what I want to. I wish I could speak in hugs.
You did something as simple as "like" an article on Facebook or comment on what I said with condolences. My page was covered.
You sent me cards to acknowledge my grief. It made me stop and say, "Yes, this did happen."
You sent me treats during a time I needed some persuading to eat. When the kids needed a lift.
You texted me to give an electronic hug. It was perfect timing.
You showed up.
You showed up, again.
"The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing... not healing, not curing... that is a friend who cares."