Herself has mentally curled inwards in an attempt to address a recurrent health issue that, while generally manageable and usually tolerable, always strikes her emotionally to the core. She does not discuss it with anyone except for her Beloved, and with him only rarely, but that lone tear of frustration forging a trail down her face when she thinks no one is watching gives away her thoughts.
I can do nothing for her except sit in silent companionship with her. For this small act, though, she is grateful.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
- Henri Nouwen
I can do nothing for her except sit in silent companionship with her. For this small act, though, she is grateful.
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
- Henri Nouwen
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