The tough spot. Something happens and it takes your breath. Do you taste bile because you think there but for the grace of God go I? Do you pull those you love a bit closer just because you can? The dust settles around you as the news sinks in and you feel…what? Relief? Maybe a hint, like an oak finish in a glorious mouthful of Pinot noir.
Receiving bad news about someone you care for is certainly a mouthful. I think it hits the stomach first. Before the brain has an opportunity to make sense of it all. Next comes the understanding of what pain those closer to the situation must be feeling. Then, if we are honest, comes the small child’s voice whispering with gratitude “not mine”. How awful, I am but thankful this news lands next door and not in my own lap.
Now that the admission has been made. Give me strength to love them through it. Let this shroud us from the hammer striking any closer. When the time comes I will fight. I pray that time is not too soon.