You know who you are.
Where would I be without you?
You were there…right away. When those awful words were spoken…you rushed to my side…you called from across the country…or the other side of the world. You knew that my baby would be affected by the worst of this…but my momma heart wouldn’t be far behind. You opened your own heart and allowed it to break right along with mine.
You wanted to know how I felt and what you could do. You prayed relentlessly and asked others to do the same.
You checked in on me all the time. You listened to me cry and swear and get pissed off at God. You asked “WHY” right along with me.
You let me know it was OK for none of this to be “OK”.
You understood when I flaked. I didn’t have to explain why I couldn’t make it or cancelled or backed away. You didn’t care that I didn’t text or email or call you back. You kept trying.
When we were finally able to get together, it was like no time had gone by at all. You just understood. You got me. I needed that.
You sent random cards to let me know you were thinking of me…of my kids…my marriage…my baby. You asked the hard questions even though the answers were depressing to hear. You talked about other stuff as well because you know me…and sometimes I just needed a big glass of wine and good Hollywood gossip.
You watched my kids. Brought us meals. Offered to clean my home. Sent gift boxes and care packages. Took me out for dinner, drinks, pedal pubs ;).
You planned events to help raise money for our family. You walked with us. You ran with us. You Lit the Night with us…even if you had to travel great distances to do so. You wore t-shirts and orange bracelets and drove around town with car magnets to raise awareness and show your support.
You shared my blog and supported my non-profit and new home business. You’ve opened your mind to things you never thought about and quite frankly, don’t necessarily have to. You’ve learned and made healthy changes in your families as I’ve made them in mine. You’ve encouraged my mission…my passion…my purpose.
You told me that watching me rely on my faith through all of this has given you a renewed sense in your own…which lifted me up more than you know.
You have been my rocks. All of you. And I couldn’t imagine going through this without each and every one of you in my life.
And what’s more important…is that after all this time…you still do it. You’re always there. All the time. No matter what.
Even as life has gotten back to normal for you…you get that it never really will for me. You take me and love me for who I am. The new me. The one who’s world has been rocked. Who sees, does, experiences things differently now. Who may never truly be the same.
There are no words to adequately describe how deeply I love you and how grateful I am that God has blessed me with your friendship. I pray that you know the significance of that.