A Time to Comfort
A little over a year ago I reconnected with an old friend. I hadn't spoken to him in almost 10 years. We had a misunderstanding before both of us got married and neither of us made a sincere effort to clear it up. Facebook gave us the courage to try to find each other and his first message to me was about his mother's death that had happened three weeks prior. His mom, Linda, was a wonderful woman who had been kind to me throughout our friendship. I recall being at his house for a BBQ and her making sure I had enough to eat since I was a vegetarian. My friend's parents' home was always open to me and to all of his friends. I'd always admired not only how close my friend was to his mother, but how kindly he spoke to her and never rolled his eyes when she tried to butt in to his life. After reading his message I burst in to tears. How could I not have known? How could I not have been there for my friend while his mother was dying and his wife was giving birth