Comfort

Several years ago, a friend of mine killed herself. I was beside myself with grief and walked around numbly trying to find my way. I was also thinking of following the same path, but instead I called another good friend of mine. She had me to stay put and drove over to my house, then took me to sit in an isolated spot on the bay. She sat with her arm around me, and I just stared at the water sometimes crying sometimes not. It was the most comforting thing that anyone could have done for me. Thanks, Romina.