Where are my words

My dear friend,

We exchanged emails last night – and now I’m without adequate words.  This post will not do anything justice, and yet…I feel like there’s so much I want to say.

I’m sitting in my little office, surrounded by pictures of my family – parents who I miss daily, Andy, my boys who are now men, daughters-in-law, granddaughters.  This is where I feel most comforted, most bewildered, most loved.  I have one of your photographs framed here too.  An abundance, truly.  It can make my heart hurt.  I whisper “thank you, thank you” throughout the day.  I can think of no better mantra.

We’ve never met, yet I feel like we’ve known each other for years.  How do I console you when I am literally across the ocean?  How do I begin to articulate to you – a man of faith and family, deep love and incredible grace – that I have an ache deep within that exists with yours.  How I pray for a miracle, even though I know that you and your wife have made peace with something I am railing against.  Yours is one of those once in a lifetime loves – and though I believe it transcends time, I want you both to celebrate it together forever.  Petulant, I know.  Selfish, I agree – for this is not about me at all.

I pause to look once more at your magical new grandson, as he is held with some distractedness by his toddler sister.  Her eyes are luminous, filled with some whimsy and a little mischief.   You are literally in the midst of the alpha and the omega.  One struggles with this most profound of extremes.  Yet, you sent me peace last night.  How can that be?  In your deepest sorrow, you offered me gratitude for feeling the telepathic connection that has caused us to write each other out of the blue for a few years now.  How can that be?

Cherished friend, I wish you peace.  I am thankful that your faith is deep and your family surrounds you.  I wish your beloved wife time…time to delight in your love and the love of her children.  I wish she could stay.  What can I say, I’ve never been one for small wishes when it comes to those I hold so close in my heart.  Needless to say, I’ll check in again soon, perhaps with better words – though that’s unlikely.  What can one say when there are no words?  Only these random murmurings.   Much love..xx

31 thoughts on “Where are my words

  1. Ahh, honey, such thoughtful reflections, words that I *know* communicate the power of your love and grace across the miles, for I feel myself on a daily basis. As you point out, in these situations words seem terribly inadequate, but to the degree they can serve as vehicles for the love and compassion in our hearts, they must suffice. Joining you in your sorrow and the feelings of love being telegraphed towards these dear individuals….

  2. Sending healing hugs to you Mimi and to your friend. I know how much we bond with cherished friendships even though we’ve never met in person. Your authentic self shines in your letter and I send prayers for healing to all. Thanks for being you xo

  3. I like to think the universe assigns us angels to help us through our darkest hours. Sometimes an angel can come to us from the most unexpected places. Just so happens in this case you both are one of each others angels, which is always a blessing. Keeping you all in my prayers, that peace may prevail over pain for us all. ღ

    • Hi Mark…I too believe that I have angels around me, and this friend is certainly one. If I can be close to that for him, then again, how fortunate am I. Thank you for your loving thoughts…m

  4. Your words are chosen with such empathy and understanding, They touch me deeply. Thank you for bringing this powerful feeling into being for us to experience together 💕

  5. Here’s another piece of the triangle at the end of a long day full of presence and extraordinary light. I’m not sure which bit of our triangle – except to say that I’m the bit that knows that the other two bits are what enables me to be part of the triangle!

    Oh, dear ones, if you could know how thankful we have been for you today. ‘… do more to help’ …?

    I’ve said before: ‘tis the love that makes for our enough.’

    Thank you, with all our hearts. And thank you to all and for all who have written hereunder too xx

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