A dear friend lost her brother. He lived out of state; at present we don�t have answers to the important questions:
When?
Where?
How?
And most importantly
WHY!?!
I sit quietly listening to her alternating between heavy breathing, punctuated speech, sobs and laughter
She�s repeating the same sentences over and over
I don�t have the heart to tell her she�s babbling
Her words,
They sound like a prayer,
Maybe upon closer inspection, more like a promise
Over and over tells me that she loves me
That she appreciates my being a part of her family
For helping when and where I could
For always being there
She repeats these phrases of love and appreciation
as if she believes I too will slip away � just beyond her grasp