This comment is the reason you are so special to me, why I can’t bare seeing you hurt so deeply and why I can’t turn my back on you and walk away when you have need of my friendship.
In all the years I have written about what happened to my family you are the only woman who ever expressed empathy and compassion by saying you were sorry for what had happened to us.
In spite of your own great pain – how deeply you have been hurt by others.
You have no idea just how much your words impressed me at the time.
It is the reason I chose to love you (in spite of my own vow to never love another woman again I made the last time a woman broke my heart) in any capacity you could accept and why I will never stop loving you as a friend.
Not only did you touch my heart and restore my ability to love again but you taught me how to love truly.
You gave me the opportunity to grow another step beyond the anger and vindictiveness fueled by emotional pain.
To do the opposite of what my deceitful heart was telling me to do – to stop myself from reacting by lashing out.
For the first time in my life I really had to think things through and act accordingly; in order to be the true friend you needed me to be as well as to be true to myself and my ideals.
Thank you so much for reaching out to me and touching my heart.
But especially for being yourself and the gift of your friendship.
The Mother of All Pearls (the piece of your heart) that resides safely within the Treasure Box of my heart.
Here is the link where Nan’s comment resides:
One Final Note:
The day Nan left her comment on my blog was five days before one of my ribs popped out of its socket.
Requiring me to spend the following 5 to 6 weeks out of work – 3 of those weeks in extreme pain as I could not sneeze nor cough without hurting.
That event and the pain with it turned out to be blessing and the best time of my life (the only exception being the birth of my son) because it was during that time that my friendship with Nan began.
She was with me through that painful time in my life.
This is my all time favorite picture of my dad who passed away from acute liver failure brought on by a Hepatitis C infection 22 yrs ago.
My wife (Dianne) and I managed to Celebrate Presidents Day at our favorite Mexican Restaurant this afternoon.
From time to time I like to stop at the Subway Shop located in the Pilot Truck Stop on my way to work. This Subway location stays open 24 hrs 7 days a week. I usually get a Foot Long and eat half for breakfast and the other half at lunch.