... there are also times when we are allowed to see the grace and love that can flow when one of our own is hurting.
If we miss the witness that great friendships can be formed and supported this way, then we are reminded. It does matter. It is real.
Invisible but real.
We know it is there. We feel it.
I am grateful for my circles of invisible friends.
I was grateful when my dad died and you lifted us up. I am grateful now, when it is plain old everyday life.
Just wanted you to know that.