The V.I.P. Seat

In my last post I talked about the friends that you want at the table with you. The friends that are present for all aspects of your life, the highlights and the lowest of lows. I have been very blessed to have friends such as these but there is one person who, without question, has a V.I.P. seat at my table and that is my husband, Tim. He has been my greatest cheerleader over the years, quietly supporting me in everything I do. He knows all my faults, exceedingly so, and loves me anyway! Since Mikael died, he has gently watched over me and been there to comfort me when I fall apart. He has seen my grief in its most wretchedly ugly manifestations. Nights when I have sobbed myself to sleep, he has held me throughout and let me feel what I need to feel. There is no doubt that God sent this beautiful soul to me as my life partner.

Sometimes I sit and wonder if I am as there for Tim as he is for me. Am I so caught up in my own grief, my journey, that I am not seeing outside it to recognize his journey? Am I as supportive or as present as I should be? It’s hard to see outside our grief sometimes to even be sure. But, it is something I think about.