Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I had a deep talk with a friend this afternoon. She was my kids' pediatrician, and we became friends because we were neighbors and our daughters were friends. Today we talked about loss - her husband who died and my daughter's recent death. She understands so well what it is to be witness to someone you love's deterioration and death. I had to laugh at myself because I ordered about eight mysteries to take along on my trip, and when I began reading them, one after another, the plot would have a daughter who died. I gravitated towards my grief unconsciously, and I was grateful because each book had something true and profound about the grieving process. So I guess I needed to dive into these books. It's great to have buddies who know this long and painful process and are on the journey as well. We had tea outside and "caught up" with each other. Many years ago she was diagnosed with breast cancer and her treatment prepared me for my daughter's experience. Though my friend fortunately had a less virulent form and has had no reoccurence. She is one of my many guides and fellow travelers who ease my way maybe not into acceptance, but into my altered life. I am fortunate to have these long term friends by my side.