Well, a two-and-a-half-hour phone call seriously cut into my writing time, which is fine because, without a doubt, that phone call was worth every second. My friend’s experience of friends and family flying to be with her father, who is a ticking time bomb due to a tear in his aorta that is leaking blood into a pouch, is poignant. When it pops, he will die.
My friend and I talked about the gratefulness she has for this time, for the closure she’s received, specifically for her dad preparing her son about what will happen. At four years old, he didn’t understand why Facetime wasn’t an option, though.
I’ve been preparing Evelyn that her friend’s Grandpa will die, and they’ll need her support. She understands, and I’m confident that she’ll give her friend the same love and comfort she provides me.
But, as I said, with my writing time shorter than usual, it’s approaching 11 pm, and with a slight headache knocking at my door, I could use the shut-eye.
My friend’s biggest fear is that she’s too reliant on her Dad for strength, but as she continued sharing and exploring herself, she tapped into it, she knew it. She can do this very hard thing.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 