All it takes is a telephone call. It is more direct and personal than a card or a letter and this afternoon she called Rod, who was the husband of her dear friend Sylvie. Sylvie died at the beginning of November 2016.
"It's ... Rod, how are you, how are you doing?" she said and then listened, she listened for a good length of time whilst he told her about himself, how he knew she wasn't ever going to walk through the door but that the house never felt 'empty', it was as if she had just stepped out for a while, how the children were coping.
And for most of the whole length of the telephone call she was quiet, except when she asked a couple of questions, because it wasn't about her.
This telephone call was all about honouring her many years of friendship with Sylvie and extending the 'hand' of kindness to the man who has lost his best friend whom he had known for 45 years and been married to for 43 years.
This is what you do. Yes, it is sad and upsetting to hear a grown man cry but you have to, you must listen, talk and 'be there' - if only on the telephone - for friends when they are in the state of grief.
Luckily a 'few good men' had been there for her when she learnt that Bill had died.
You get and you give support. That, Dear Readers, is what friends, real friends do and are all about. Don't expect it from your family. You're fortunate if you get it but she didn't.
It's the last day of December 2017. It has been a year of mixed blessings. There has been great sorrow and much happiness. She has spent the day speaking to friends and BUB, soon to be SUB I am told but that, Dear Readers, is a tale for 2018.
We send you, whoever you are and wherever you are, Gods' blessings and we pray the new year of 2018 will be a kinder year, for 2017 has been brutal and very cruel to a great number of people.
GeeGeeParrot.
December 31st, 2017.
"It's ... Rod, how are you, how are you doing?" she said and then listened, she listened for a good length of time whilst he told her about himself, how he knew she wasn't ever going to walk through the door but that the house never felt 'empty', it was as if she had just stepped out for a while, how the children were coping.
And for most of the whole length of the telephone call she was quiet, except when she asked a couple of questions, because it wasn't about her.
This telephone call was all about honouring her many years of friendship with Sylvie and extending the 'hand' of kindness to the man who has lost his best friend whom he had known for 45 years and been married to for 43 years.
This is what you do. Yes, it is sad and upsetting to hear a grown man cry but you have to, you must listen, talk and 'be there' - if only on the telephone - for friends when they are in the state of grief.
Luckily a 'few good men' had been there for her when she learnt that Bill had died.
You get and you give support. That, Dear Readers, is what friends, real friends do and are all about. Don't expect it from your family. You're fortunate if you get it but she didn't.
It's the last day of December 2017. It has been a year of mixed blessings. There has been great sorrow and much happiness. She has spent the day speaking to friends and BUB, soon to be SUB I am told but that, Dear Readers, is a tale for 2018.
We send you, whoever you are and wherever you are, Gods' blessings and we pray the new year of 2018 will be a kinder year, for 2017 has been brutal and very cruel to a great number of people.
GeeGeeParrot.
December 31st, 2017.
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