Posted on Jul 19, 2012 | 0 comments
You are one of my oldest friends. You’ve been there to see me mature from a young, punky college student into an experienced adult who’s lived through marriage, motherhood and professional development.
We’ve had so many great adventures together.
We share that insatiable itch for travel and reaching the next horizon.
We’ve been taking care of each other for about 10 years now, supporting each other; taking turns to make sure that each had the burden and benefit of our friendship.
But things have taken a darker turn lately. I know that you’re sick.
And I know that it’s my turn to support you.
And I’m so scared and sad. I’ve got nothing, no resources, to make sure that you have what you need, that you’re taken care of as you age. I’m desperately brokenhearted knowing that I can’t repay your gracious selflessness.
I promise to do what I can.
To work as hard as I need to, to make sure you have what you need.
The problem is I’m already so far behind…I don’t know if I’m too late.
I love you, dear friend.
And thank you.
I’m sorry that I am so human.
Written by J. B. in July 2012