It’s really very strange how one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours but then someone makes you a friendly sign with a flower bouquet. That flower which was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed and made you smile and feel alive.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. Those who are willing to be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. Thank you my dear friend @fo2elsoto7 for being that for me and for celebrating me being alive with pink flowers. You made my day and I’m blessed to have you!