My friend’s dad passed away yesterday. Now she has no parents and a son at home still to raise. She’s usually one tough bitch, but when she allowed me to bring her son dinner last night, I knew her defenses were down. I was glad she could accept this little gesture of “help.” Her eyes were swollen and her nose was stuffed. She had a very difficult relationship with her father, but now he’s gone. That sucker punches even a toughened woman who searched for her dad’s love for over 50 years.
I have to do her work today, and my work to do today, and help get my daughter ready to go to college tomorrow, and remember who I am, too.
I’m trepedatious and yet aware that it’s a blessing to have these first world “problems.” I have a job and a daughter going to college and a parent still here and a new life to forge. Trepedatious and humbled.
Come here, world…let’s be friends.