Precious Moments

Written by Wendi Kelly - July 29, 2009 4 Comments

LIFE IS DIFFICULT.
Scott M. Peck, The Road Less Traveled

 

I’ve been spending time with my friend. We haven’t been doing much. I sit. She lies there sleeping. Or I hold a popsickle up to her lips and let the cool melted liquid quench her parched lips. She opens her eyes occasionally and occasionally I kiss her forehead.

I tell her that I love her.

It isn’t much.

It’s everything to me.

The seventeen years before these  flash through my memories as I sit beside her.

Conversations. Laughter. Tears. Challenges…dreams…some left undone, some came true.

We got pregnant within one week of each other fifteen years ago.

We buried her daughter together eleven years ago, holding each other through blistering tears so painful I thought we would die from them.

Now…Those tears are back again.

But so are the smiles. I wouldn’t trade one precious moment of this friendship.

She is a beautiful, beautiful woman.

Even now. Especially now.

Brave. Fearless. Full of grace and dignity.

She is still living. I am happy to sit beside her while she does.

I am grateful for every precious moment.

Even these final ones we have together.

Family and friendships are the most precious gifts we are ever given.

It’s all that matters.

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4 Outstanding Responses to "Precious Moments"

    Eliza on July 29, 2009 at 2:45 pm • Permalink

    Wow! Life is difficult. Yet, as you point out, there is a bittersweetness to every challenge. That’s all I’m going to say, because your last two sentences say it all.
    .-= Eliza´s last blog ..Book Review: Someday My Ship Will Come In by Alex Fayle =-.

    Joanna Young on July 29, 2009 at 3:02 pm • Permalink

    Oh Wendi, friendship is such a precious gift indeed. I spent the last couple of days with a friend who’s in need of some support, encouragement, courage while she finds her way back on to the path. She’s done the same thing for me many times in the 10 years we’ve known each other. I can’t help thinking it’s some kind of beautiful dance we do together, that giving and taking of unselfish love.

    I’ll be thinking of you and your friend.

    Thanks for reminding us of what’s important.
    .-= Joanna Young´s last blog ..Why Did We Cry When Susan Boyle Sang? =-.

    Kelly on August 3, 2009 at 8:17 pm • Permalink

    Wendi,

    I’m speechless, thinking of your friend, your own strength, and friends of my own. Thank you for sharing this. I have to go give some extra hugs now.

    I wish you peace,

    Kelly
    .-= Kelly´s last blog ..Inspiration Points: A Blog Post That’s a Guaranteed Crowd-Pleaser! =-.

    Jenny on August 6, 2009 at 9:45 pm • Permalink

    Wendi,

    I am so sorry that you have lost this friend, although it is sad I hope you have many many memories to keep with you always. I’m sure she appreciated it more than you will ever know!
    .-= Jenny´s last blog ..Still No Title…But Here’s More! =-.