Today I had a friend show up at my house with two gifts: flowers for grown-up Wendi (and donuts too!) This was a friend that I had had to cancel a coffee date late last week because I was in a dip of grief. She told me that she loved me no matter what I cancelled or how often I saw her. I didn’t have to do anything to be her friend. I just WAS her friend. The thing is, this friend didn’t know that that was exactly my fear. That I feel like I will be forgotten or rejected or devalued because I can’t give like I used to be able to give. … but I was reminded that I don’t have to be able to do that :)
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