Tuesday, November 20, 2012
So when she called me on Christmas Eve nearly two years ago at 2 in the morning from the hospital with the news that the doctors has found a mass in Michael's abdomen, we cried. And we prayed. It has been a non-stop gruelling ride for this sweet family since that night, and they are in a particularly painful part of the journey at the moment. It is gut wrenching. I feel a physical ache in my heart for my friend. I just want to be with them. I am so thankful for our many, many chats where we can talk about it all, cry, and dare, I say it laugh. She sent me this picture last fall of Michael curled up in the baby quilt I made his older sister - this is the first quilt I ever made! I embroidered the words FAITH, HOPE and LOVE on the front. I could never have known all those years ago as I was figuring out how to make a quilt that it would one day provide warmth and comfort in an unimagiable situation. It is a small thing to be able to offer, such a little, tiny drop of comfort in an ocean of need/pain, but it is a piece of our shared history that I hope brings a reminder to my dear friends that they are loved.
I don't know what the days ahead hold, but I do know we will go through them together as always - likely with lots of talking, crying, laughing and praying. It's what we do.