Wonderful coaches remind, "you think Brett always batted .300? We're you aware there was a time, MJ had never dunked? McCartney's voice used to crack?"
I'm certain it was certain to those around them. They provided belief, a shoulder to lean on, coupled with care, concern.
I have friends, that unfortunately have lost a child. I never ever knew what to say to them, if anything.
Not all that long ago, a gal I had dated, had cancer and her demise, soon, was a certainty. In fact, she texted me, something like, "I'd love to see you... they've started a morphine drip."
Selfishly, I guess, I thought of me. What do I say? What if I cry? I truly though, didn't want to upset her.
I leaned on my coworker who doubles as a preacher.
"What do I say?" Doesn't matter, he answered. "What if I cry?" That's ok, just being there is all that matters.
I admit to being worried about 'today' in our land. I belong to college and professional sport's team fan forums, local Liberty ones and sometimes, just FB in general online. A single topic happens- it doesn't take 5, 6 comments before hatred, mudslinging, name calling sets in. I very much admit to 'conflict upsets me.'
It's everpresent today in all walks, topics, locally, nationally, on our roadways, at kid's games, even in grocery checkout aisles.
There is not much good, at least as we walk the planet, with death.
"I've never done this before."
Three of my very best friends have, and their words to me, our family, have been beautiful.
My worry of our town, nation, every day life - has lessened.
This is day 3. I, we, have had so many incredibly kind, loving, hugging, comforting texts, phone calls, DM's, personal meets in public, and those have helped me at least, to know I can do this. (And I know my family, ex, feel the same way.)
Your love, kindness, concern, prayer, has given me purpose to simply get out of bed.
There is no doubt any longer our world is wonderful, as always.
From being on your end, not knowing what to say. Fear of saying the wrong thing, we all know how difficult that is.
You must've already spoken to my preacher buddy Mike. "Doesn't matter what you say, it's OK to cry, just being there is what matters."
You've truly been incredible, each and every one.
I can forsee down the road, when silence sets in, that could be the tough time(s). I have such admiration for those of you who have been through and are still going through this.
We are all different and I read, briefly, about what to say, not say and there is no mandated concensus
I've always loved when folks bring up my parents.. my sister... and into the future, hopefully my son.
Thank you, thank you, truly, thank you. Love is in the air.
We, as a nation, are, have been, always will be, great.
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