I did have every intention of writing something frivolous, shallow and meaningless tonight. I really thought I had it in me. Nope, turns out I was wrong. The last two weeks have been quite full-on. Some of it full-on in an awe inspiring, yippity doo dah, kind of way, some of it full-on in an "I can't get out of bed because of the lurgy that's over taken me" kind of way, and some of it because of heart break that just can't be taken away, for some one else.
One of my dear dear sweet friends suffered a tragedy last week. An out of the blue, didn't see that coming and will never understand why, kind of tragedy. I had the honour of holding her hand on a long taxi ride toward a hospital that ultimately provided no good news. I was so struck by how holding her hand was really the only good thing I could do. I didn't have any amazing prayers to offer up, any words of hope, or even anything much practical to do. Thoughts, prayers, and promises of many cups of tea to come are the only thing that I can offer. A promise to be 'beside' my dear sweet adopted little sister as she walks this road of grief. A promise to hear the story, as many times as it needs to be told, or to be silent, or to go on road trips in search of chocolate and sunshine. Anything that is called for.
