Support

In the last six months I have discovered a wonderful group of friends that have come forward to show me that life can go on.

Maybe it's an unconcious thing, but they are there and it helps. I sometimes forget that they are there when I am feeling really way lonely and missing Jim, but sometimes I do remember they are there and know I can call them.

Having a friend come over with no reason other than to just hang out. Not to ask 'how are you doing, what are you going to do with your life, are you getting better'. To let me heal as I need to.

Instead they come to watch a movie, have some dinner or go for a walk with me and the dogs. To talk to me about things going on with them, to plan on things to do in the summer and to gossip about other friends. It is really nice. The feeling of fellowship and acceptance of my limitations is something to count on with a friend.

These are friends that can handle me being grouchy at times because they know I am in the midst of some wild mood swings. They can handle me sending them an email that babbles on about the woes of my life right then. They can handle me calling them and crying. They can handle me saying 'Help, I need to get out of the house'. I am not talking about just one person but a nice half dozen friends that support me in different ways. Some live very close, some I can only reach by phone or email, some are relatives and some I have never met (yet).

Thank you my friends! For the hugs, the rides, the sharing of your time, the comments on the blog, the small gifts to make me feel remembered. Thank you!