Dear Fiona,
Picture it, 2010 to 2012, wonderful years, hard years. Time passes, time heals.
My grounding = holding Maya's little hand in mine - tightly and warm, she settled my footing back to the earth.
My grounding = Sabrina's sweet wee sunshiny face, happy and free reminding me that happiness is abundant (do it for her the voices whispered..... do this for her......the voice whispers still), this settled my heart.
My ground = Fiona.
In the late hours of the weekdays, you would show up at my door and packed up my life. Your two daughters the same age as my younger two - 2 and 5, you showed up.
I was in a fog and immobilized by fear, uncertainty, and riddled with anxiety; I did not know what to do. You did.
Friends show up. Friends support. Friends help find each other's ground with love, laughter, and light. I moved away and my friend, you along with my daughters still ground me.
And you are now my emergency out-of-town contact lol! I know you'll show up ready for action, boxes in hand.
My friend, on your 50th Birthday, this post is for you.
Thank you. I love you.
xo J
