My girlfriend, Phoebe, lost her younger brother yesterday. My heart is heavy for my girlfriend and for the rest of her family.
When I got the call, it came from one of our other roommates and, with it; our unofficial emergency phone tree was put into action. I called three of the other Girls and, by noon, we were all ready to support Phoebe in whatever way she needed.
I should note that, it never ceases to amaze my husband how we can, after months without seeing or talking to each other, pick right up like we just hung up the phone or left one another’s side and, to this I say; it’s not hard to stay connected to people when you carry them in your heart, every single day of your life.
And, I do.
I wouldn’t be the person I am if it hadn’t been for the love of these women. I rely on them to get me through the tough times and to remind me of the good times. I need them to point out the flaws in my logic and the honesty in my deeds and I expect them to call me on my bullshit like no other people in the world are capable of doing. I believe that we were fated to be friends, that it was decreed long before we drew our first breaths upon this planet and that we are thus fated to remain friends once our souls depart this earth.
Those very thoughts bring me comfort when I am in need of comfort.
I hope they bring the same comfort to Phoebe. I hope the knowledge that we love and support her will be a soothing balm on her broken heart and that she knows she will smile again, one day, soon.
Because, let me tell you, a day without that girl’s smile is a sad day, indeed.