I’m a fixer. I like to “make everything better”. Lots of times I can and that makes me happy. But when a friend is grieving a terrible loss…
I can hold her while she cries.
I can put a few dishes in the dishwasher for her.
I can make some phone calls.
I can bring food.
I can pray.
I can simply sit with her.
But I can’t fix it and oh, how I wish I could.