Sunday, January 25, 2015

On my mind right now, and always in my heart

My closest friend, my friend for thirty years, is seriously ill in hospital with cancer, just half an hour’s drive from here, and I can’t go to see her because of this snotty virus. I can text and I can write, and I do. She has her loving and stalwart husband and kids around her, and that’s what matters in the end. She knows I love her and am thinking about her, but I’m sad I can’t visit and hold her hand for a while.

This is for you, M, not that you’ll see it…but I’ve told you before. It’s a quote from the Victorian writer Dinah Craik…

“But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely.

Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.”



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