Being There
My friend wants to see me.
I’m sad, she says. Someone has died.
I’m here for you, I say.
Of course I’m not there.
I’m 150 miles away.
You can come by, I say.
She drives all the way here.
I consider making her brownies
But I’m too tired even for box mix
Having had a headache all day.
She comes in
Brings me chocolate.
I give her hugs
I give her a clean bed
I give her little else.
I feel useless.
We don’t have much time to talk
She has to get up early.
I wish I could do more
Even when she feels like this
She has made all the effort
She has brought me gifts
She
has blessed
me
On her sad day.
Maybe it’s nice to spoil someone else
Maybe it helps.
At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
Sometimes I forget
How generous she is.
How I am often the selfish one
When she is around.
Fresh Hell 
That useless feeling is a terrible, oh how to comfort someone who needs you….. Yes I’m not good at it either ((Hugs))
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I felt exhausted and icky that day so I was twice as lame in my comforting. Hugs back!! It’s all we can do isn’t it? 🙂
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Yes It’s all we can do
What else can we do
We’re not in their shoes
Grieving, their ”god know’s who”
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Sometimes the best support is simply being there.
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