My friends sat with me. They held my hand. They let me put my head on their lap like a child because there was nowhere else to lay down. They cried with me. Brought me endless amounts of food/meals to the hospital AND at home. They've donated blood in honor of my husband. All the grocery shopping. They've watched our boys when I needed to be bedside at the hospital hoping Kevin would open his eyes & wake up. Preschool pick up & drop off. Distractions, my friends are great at helping keep me distracted when I would be in that waiting room climbing the walls. "Operation Gratitude." They volunteered with me, on my birthday, at "Operation Gratitude" and made tshirts as a surprise for me. Somehow they managed to get 600 "Operation Gratitude" volunteers to sing Happy Birthday to me.
My favorite thing about my friends are their smiles. The never-ending smiles. In a sea of unknown and sad faces everywhere I turned, I was always guaranteed a smile whenever one of them was around. A smile was all I needed to get through the day....they get me. They understand me. I am forever grateful for each & every one of your smiles.
The friends I speak of rescued me when I was drowning. If they weren't available to rescue me, they'd send their husbands...who coincidentally have also stepped up to the plate. You all know who you are. You were there that very first night and continue to be here for me now.
Did I mention that all of my friends are a part of our emergency transplant plan? I have a very long list of moms I can rely on for when we "get the call"that a heart is a match for Kevin...they have all said they'd be here for us. All of these friends, upon hearing Kevin was listed this week.... every one of them reminded me that their "ready to go" or that "my cell phone will be on when I go to bed."
To the friends when I tell them I'm on my way home from the hospital or VAD clinic... you tell me to relax. Take my time. The boys are fine. Get here when you get here. I am in debt to you forever for not only being my friend but for making me not worry how my boys are doing when they're with you.
To the two friends that stayed overnight when I was alone. Rethinking that night, our conversation, my crying, the not knowing.......your love & support that night overwhelms me when I think about it. Still waiting for that porn :-)
The giving tree....to anyone that "gave" to our tree and continue to give to our tree...WE are forever grateful for your kindness. Each of you helped make a tough time easy.
To all my friends, I love you. From the bottom of my beating heart, I thank you. This blog entry is for you. For those that truly "get me" when I look at you and say "werd." And for the few friends that understand when I say.. "our horses vomit blood."