It’s been quiet over on my little piece of the blogosphere and social media outlets. I’ve had sweet friends and readers DM me, checking in and wondering why I haven’t posted lately. Y’all are the kindest buddies and I’m gonna keep ya. 😉
The past few weeks have been tough and I haven’t felt creative. Like life changing tough. The kind that feel like a nightmare you can’t wake up from. Only it’s not a nightmare, it’s real life and I’m living it. Heartache and worry about my best friend. Not knowing what truly happened.
When I met my best friend, we instantly connected and had an indescribable bond. One I’ve never felt with anyone else. I met her right before going through a difficult season of life and she was there for me. We had weekly outings to the local Mexican restaurant where we had “our table” and the same waiter each time. We chatted over endless bowls of chips and queso and we quickly became besties. We were in each other’s weddings. I was there when she had babies. We went through love and loss together. We talked about everything. We cried together. We helped each other. Best Friends Forever.
My best friend has been going through a hard time and I literally felt her pain. I drove the four hours to see her and I tried to help her the only way I knew how. I wanted her to know that no matter the distance, I was there. That I loved her. I was praying for her.
I prayed about what to do and how to help. I did what I felt was right in my heart and helped her the only way I knew how. I even bought something from the store she was working at, just so she could make a small commission. I listened. I prayed for her. I cared.
When I had to go back home, I felt better about the situation because she had hope. She was trying to decide what to do with her future and better her life for her children. She was talking about going back to school. She had hope….I could feel that hope she had. HOPE was there.
I was praying for her all the way back home. Thinking about how to help her further. I told her I’d be back to see her soon. I told her if she needed me, I’d come right back. I told her it didn’t matter the time, to call me day or night and I’d be there. Maybe I didn’t ask the right questions, or enough questions….but at the time I did everything I could. I hugged her tight, told her I loved her, and I made the trip back home.
Forty-eight hours later she was gone. I have no way to contact her and I don’t know where she is. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know anything. She’s disappeared. Vanished. I’m worried about her. I won’t stop looking for her because I want to know that she’s safe. The unknowns are the worst part because my head won’t stop thinking about it and my heart won’t stop caring.
To my best friend, if you’re reading this: please come home. Know that your BEST friends are worried and we love you dearly. We’re praying for you. We’ll never stop wondering and looking for you. I’m thankful I saw you one last time at “our table” and I’ll always be there for you. Always. Just come home.
What I want you to know is this: choose kindness, y’all. All of us are fighting a battle of some kind that we don’t know anything about. Call the friend you haven’t spoken to in awhile. Text the friend that has been MIA. Reach out to the ones you know are struggling. Reach out. Be there. Be KIND. Be a FRIEND. You’ll never regret the time you took to be a friend.
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