Today my best friend has tears in her eyes. Her body shakes with grief. She cries. I do my best to comfort her. I hug her, I talk quietly, I speak from my heart. I know her so well. She listens to me.
On Monday I woke to words I didn’t recognize. This “best friend” of mine, the one I cherish so much had just lost her brother to a chronic condition. One I know as well or better than most. She was still in shock of course. For her and her family it was “sudden.” For me, I knew it had been coming.