In my lifetime, I have had many friends. Friends that I have known so long, I can scarcely remember how we met. Friends that have come and gone, never to return. Those in my life that ebb and flow like the waves. Those who are constant, steady, enduring. Those who have been like comets in the night: beautiful, spectacular but fleeting. There are those who have bruised me and, sadly, those who I have bruised. There are friendships that I have clutched too loosely and lost and those I’ve clung to too tightly and crushed.
It is a rarity, indeed, to have a friendship that at once uplifts you and keeps you grounded. That warms you, heart and soul, while journeying with you through the cold, dark night.
In my sister-in-law, Lori, I have a friend like that. A friend who both sympathizes with my struggles and forces me to face reality. A friend who embraces me for what I am without letting me forget what I can become. It is a blessing to call her friend and an utter privilege to call her family. It is no understatement to say that marrying her is absolutely in the top 3 things my brother has ever done. She is a gift to all of us. If you have a moment, please pause in your day tomorrow and say a prayer for her – for both of them. At 31, Lori is having a hysterectomy tomorrow (Wednesday). While it isn’t her idea of the ideal route to take, it is the best thing for her and she is ready…but not ready, as I am sure you can imagine. She talks a little about it on her blog, so I won’t say any more about that. Please stop by over there and offer her a well wish or a kind word. If anyone deserves it, it is Lori.
“Sorrow comes in great waves…but it rolls over us. And though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.” Henry James