My friend

I have a friend without whom I don't know how I would have survived these past months. She would be embarrassed to read that. She would demur and say, "That's what friends are for." But no one else has been there for me like her. She knows that she cannot fix or even fully understand what has happened to me, but she knows when to listen and when to speak. She is not embarrassed when I cry.

When I have been confronted by people who say insensitive things, she is, after Ken, the first person I think of to tell. I know she will commiserate with me and pronounce the insensitive person a total loser. When I am worried she always helps me find the positive. When I am sad she lets me be sad. When I am happy she is overjoyed with me.

I believe God sends people into our lives for a reason. I know why she was sent to me.