My oldest friend called me last night. For fifteen years, we’ve been friends, practically sisters. My little sister considers her a second big sister. I think of her little sister as my other little sister.
Today, my friend’s sister is in hospital. Kait’s always had health problems – epilepsy and a million others. There have been thousands of hospital trips before this one, but this one is bigger and scarier.
And I’m thousands of miles away.
All I want is to be with them. I’m not writing much today; I’m not in the mood for it.
But Kait, I want you to know that you are loved and that you are strong. I believe that you can pull through this. I wish I was there.
Megan, I love you, and always will. If I had money, I’d already be on that plane.
I’m thinking of you all, sending my love and wishing I was there. Mostly just wishing there was I more I could do, that wasn’t just sitting here writing this blog post. But it sure as heck beats me staring at the floor.
I love you all so much.