We’re all the strong friend- for we exist in a world with *all of this*.
Do your people know they are loved, they are seen, they are thought of?
Because all you can do is tell them, see them, know them.
We can’t control much, and there’s no magic 8-ball, to tell us what will be.
Will this life offer both joy and sadness? It is certain.
Do words hold the power of death or life? Signs point to yes.
Can we be safe spaces for one another? Yes, definitely.
What is the purpose in the heartache?
Better not tell you now.
So offer little life preservers, day after day.
Shine light into the darkness, every chance you get.
None of us knows the magic words-
so we try different things, and desperately hope it helps.
And we say “I’ll see you tomorrow,”
and we will it to be true.