It's hard to worry about your friends. Tonight Samantha is doing well and I can make meals for others who are in hospital. I can send condolences to our dear friend who just lost his father. I can do this tonight because (knock, knock, knock on wood) Samantha is doing well.
I'm not used to being on the other side of the fence and frankly it's a bit eye opening and a bit nerve wracking.
I worry. I read updates like a fiend. I wait for updates. I talk to others just to relieve my fear. I think I'm not doing enough. Am I doing too much? I don't want to bother anyone.
I wonder if this is how people feel about us when Samantha is really sick and in the hospital.
It's no fun.
Don't get me wrong, it's even less fun to be on the other side and I am grateful that I have time and energy to worry about others.
But I want to fix it.
And I can't.
So I thought today, What can I do for my friends who are hurting, who are tired, who are grieving?
Here are words from Winnie....that's right the Pooh...silly, willy, nilly old bear.... Pooh was stuck in Rabbits' hole. He was stuck so tight he couldn't move, even sigh.
While he was waiting to get unstuck he asked "Is there anyone who can sit with me and read a story or offer a word of comfort to a bear wedged in great tightness?"
Don't fix it, don't change it because you can't....just sit with me and keep me company.
That's all we can do isn't it?
To all my bears wedged in great tightness tonight, we are thinking of you...offering a story, words of comfort...we'll sit beside you until you become unstuck....
Heck we'll even sit beside you after that.