And you.
Thank you.
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."
You are welcome Kate. I have not known your grief and despair. To be honest, I never know if I'm saying the "right" thing when someone has experienced a loss. But, that has never stopped me from trying, and it never will. Because of your sweet dad, by your own admission, you are stronger than you think you are. Your family and friends will continue to sustain you even when the hurt feels too deep, and I'm sure some days it will. Breathe through it. In peace Kate, and love.
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