It’s never-ending – this support system. And I pray a prayer of Thanksgiving for it every day.
Whether in the form of brief notes of concern, love and support, they’ve come from family, co-workers, choir friends, athletic club friends, old friends and new friends. And they’ve brought such genuine, heartfelt words that I’ve been encouraged, distracted, consoled and loved through them.
Our girls may not know how much it means to talk to them a lot through this. And to talk to our grandkids who participate in the support and encouragement. It’s very special, very heart-warming and strengthening at a time when I really need it.
My parents seem to know what I need and when to say it or do it.
Friends may not know what to say but just a squeeze of the hand, a hug or a wink and nod works absolute wonders – and the giver may not even realize it. The quick text message or voice mail that says “Thinking of you” means more than its sender knows.
I love every participant, every sender, every giver, every creator.
You see it combines into my own little army that is there to help me through this. And that army’s support can be powerfully healing. I don’t know where I’d be without it.