She had some very distressing news yesterday. We spoke by phone and got cut off as she cried like a little girl. By the way, when we say “cried like a little girl” in reference to a woman crying it is never ever a negative. I always find it terrible that men are raised to think a good cry is unmanly. It is required for good health, as far as I am concerned.
We could not reconnect after the broken telephone moment. But she was on my mind all day.
At the end of my day- around 9 o’clock – I got into my car and went to her house. I did not ask permission, I did not forewarn.
As I approached I saw the house was dark. She is an early riser and sometimes gets into bed early. I did not need to respect the darkness or the hour or her personal space. I knew I could go inside.
I found the hidden key. I went in quietly and found her in her dimly lit bedroom on the phone crying with a family member.
I hugged her and got into bed beside her. We cried and talked for an hour or more. I held her face, it looked so little and beautiful. She seemed so young. I wanted to mother her.
Her daughter came in to give more kleenex- they know how we are when we are together.
She asked me about some light stuff outside of the dark stuff. She was asking me to make her laugh. We have always done this for each other. I did not let her down. We laughed so hard her girls came in thinking it was, you know, crazy unstable crying.
When I left I felt so happy that I knew my place. I could be right in the middle of her life and not be intruding. I don’t need to think before I do with her or before I am with her.
I hope all of you have this in someone. It is the most wonderful thing on earth. You are never lonely, never afraid and never redundant.
I wish I had a friend like you. Wish I was a friend like you as well.
I am fortunate to have a someone like this in my life and I never have a day that goes by that I don’t appreciate her. It’s a gift far to precious to take for granted.