To my friend with the broken heart,
I see the tear slowly cascading your face. With each tear, I sense the crack in your heart growing. The brokenness feeling more real. The emptiness becoming more real. The loss becoming a forever part of you.
I see family members surrounding you, trying to support you yet enduring their own sadness. I see your husband wrap his arms around you, as he tries to protect you from it all.
My heart weeps. You are keeping your distance from me and other friends. We respect that and we will honor the space you desire, but know when you’re ready to talk … any of us are here to listen.
I see you sob, shoulders shaking, face buried in your hands. I hear your muffled whimper in the quiet church.
Oh, my sweet friend.
Do you see us over here?
Your prayer warriors.
Your gal pals.
Your friends whose hearts are breaking at the cruelty in this broken world.
Your co-workers who cringe at the unfairness of your pain.
My sweet friend,
I cannot fathom the burden on your heart.
It must be immense.
And I say a quiet prayer for you: “Lord, if there’s a way to let each of us here just take a small piece of that pain away, we would gladly bear it for her.”
If we each could take a little piece …
But I know life isn’t like that. That you will have to shoulder this on your own, a burden only you can bear. And so I simply sit here and watch you. Crying. Sobbing. Wishing. Mourning.
Do you feel loved?
Do you feel the strength of our prayers?
Do you feel supported?
I am so very sad for you. And I know I can only sense a small fraction of the sadness you are enduring. Please know you are not alone.
We will remember, because that’s what friends do.
We care.
We support.
We love.
We can’t take away what happened, but we can walk with you.
We don’t feel your pain, but we can help hold you up when the weight of loss seems too much.
We can’t understand why this happened, but we can listen … when you’re ready to talk.
We don’t want you to forget that you are surrounded by a group of women who are here for you in whatever capacity you need.
Please don’t think you are alone. You are loved and supported more than you can imagine.
I will wait patiently until you need me. I will wait patiently until you want me around. I promise I will not wander too far away so I can hear you when you call.
Know you are loved, sweet Friend.
Me
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