One of my sisters-of-the heart, someone I’ve been friends with for more about 20 years, lost her father very suddenly about three or four months ago.
On Thursday evening, her mother, who fought a long a bitter battle against breast cancer died.
This morning, when I finally got her on the phone… I could hear how not good she was, and my heart bled for her and with her.
Having to say goodbye to my own father this year, I know what its like to lose a parent (although he never parented me). To lose two so close together must be painful in a way you can only imagine if it hasn’t happened to you.
My heart is bleeding with and for my friend.
I have a knot of tension and worry in my stomach for her. And I am powerless.
I can do nothing but #160be her friend when she needs me to be.