Today I am thinking a lot about friendship.
This morning my friend called me, I think I’ve mentioned her on this blog before, her husband is dying of cancer.
As I got off the phone, my mind thought of this post. I can remember it as if it was just yesterday, it’s hard to believe it has been over two years now since we met.
It was the third day of school (for little e), I was distant and very careful. I had just been through a terrible divorce, I was coming out the other end, but I was scared. I was different, and I was closed off. I was just finding my way through single mothering, and I was surrounded by beautiful, whole families. Intimidated. So, I dropped off my e and walked out of the school toward my car (quickly and looking down to avoid conversations), she stopped me, she was just so beautiful, so put together, and I remember thinking she must have the perfect life. In her bubbly way, that I now know is so her, she told me we were having a play date. We were going to the park, she hadn’t even introduced herself yet. She knew my e though, she said I’ve decided e is such a wonderful boy and he is the perfect friend for my son. I thanked her and said we’d have to get together, just so I could hurry on my way. She didn’t give up though, she found me in the class directory the next week and I got the call. After much hesitation on my part, I agreed to meet her at the park. I wondered why she’d want to be my friend–she was happily married, living in a great house in a great location, established, everything.
When we went to the park, it was there that she told me. She told me her husband was sick, and with fear in her eyes she said, “It’s bad.” That’s all she had to say, and I knew.
Her predication proved true, our sons have grown to be great friends–the kind of friendship that will last a lifetime. Something else happened too, she became my friend. My first real friend after my divorce.
She’s helped me over these past couple years in ways I can never repay her for.
She’s let me help her and, it has meant the world to me. It has helped to rebuild me.
So when she called me today and told me the “it’s bad” is coming to an even worse spot. and end–for now…
She wondered how life would be OK. How would her son be OK. How would he live without a Dad.
I told her, I am always…
She stopped me, “I know. You don’t even have to say it.” Then I realized this, those are the beautiful friendships, the unspoken ones.
Like a friend has said on her blog,
Losing someone changes everything. But if you have faith, God will create a miracle out of your life that would have otherwise been ordinary.
My friend was never ordinary, ever, so now, in light of this, she’ll be extraordinary.
Perhaps fate brought us together. Perhaps she knew I could be a friend she needed throughout this trial. But I like to think that she has served a much greater purpose in my life than I could ever serve in hers. She means so much to me, thank you for saying hi and letting me be your friend. I’ll always…
dedicated to my special friend whom I love very much. ~ a whit.