My dear friend's husband died on Thursday. He died unexpectedly and tragically. I am grieving so deeply for her and her children and struggling with being so many miles away when I know she is in her darkest hours.
Today as I spoke with mutual friends here and one friend in her "new" hometown there, a million thoughts circled around but one image kept pushing its way back into my mind:
It's my friend in a wedding dress, surrounded by us, her deep pool of friends. She's walking somberly with us trailing behind, like bridesmaids. But instead of her train we are each carrying a heavy boulder.
If only it were so easy. If only I could step in line and carry some of this weight for her. I'd lug a huge boulder around all day, every day, if it would somehow ease her burden even just a little.