Sit with me and be my friend

I was sitting, torn by grief. Someone came and talked to me of God’s dealings, of why it happened, of why my loved one had died, of hope beyond the grave. He talked constantly. He said things I knew were true. I was unmoved, except to wish he’d go away. He finally did.

Another came and sat beside me. He didn’t talk. He didn’t ask me leading questions. He just sat beside me for an hour or more, listening when I said something, answered briefly, prayed simply, left. I was moved. I was comforted. I hated to see him go.

~Joe Bayly

from Forever Remembered Compiled by Dan Zadra and Marcia Woodard, © 1997 by Compendium, Inc.

Vulnerable

From my journal dated July 8, 2002:

Have been going through yearbooks and photo albums lately. It seems like all of those good times are long gone. Jenna’s 18th birthday is coming up; Jason’s birthday two weeks after hers. I know she misses him so much. They’ve been best friends their whole lives…always there for each other.

I don’t know what to do to help my precious girl. Maybe it’s not up to me to “rescue” her. I just hate to see her hurting…and being hurt by other people…left so alone, just like Joe and I are. It’s not fair! I’d take all her pain if I could.