Quiet Company
Yesterday, I spent the late afternoon visiting a friend who’s a bit under the weather. Not always, but on occasion when I’m feeling less than myself, it’s nice when someone calls to check in or stops by (hopefully never unannounced, because that’s just rude).
What I really prefer is quiet company, someone who is there, but keeping a low profile. I’m typically not interested in conversation, especially when I can barely keep my head up and eyes open. If you want to sit and maybe read or fall asleep next to me, that would be nice. Just like chicken soup, that somehow does the trick.
The latter makes me think of my mother, rocking us children to sleep when we were sick. We never had to ask for anything. Her timing was impeccable, knowing when to feed, sit and hug us, and all in the name of love.
When you think about it, that’s what it’s really all about, the love, and just being near makes all the difference in the world. When I was dealing with my health challenge a few years ago in earnest, looking for the light at the end of the tunnel (which took me forever to find), I had someone in my corner championing my cause each and everyday. He was anything but quiet company, but through trial and error he got it right, and it’s with his love and grace I made it through a horrific point in my life. (I’ve moved beyond those years – healthier and happier than I’ve ever been before, now that I’ve taken gluten out of my diet. Thank you, BDL, for being my Florence Nightingale.)
To my friend who is on the mend, you are smart in taking the appropriate steps to get well again. It’s your proactive state of mind that will get you thriving once more, well that, and a few days off work.
I’m hoping my visit today helped get your mind off of the obvious. Yes, we did a little talking at the beginning, but not our usual banter. I think the quiet company after, which included a somber game of Scrabble, was just what the doctor ordered. I’m sorry you lost, and for a brief moment I thought about letting you win, but after careful consideration I realized that would make me ill. You wouldn’t have wanted that… Would you?!
There’s another factor attempting to get my friend better, and that’s his little furry bundle of love, Lioness. She’s by his side doing what she just does best, keeping his heart warm and strong. Of course she doesn’t like to be left out of anything, thus her attempt to join our Scrabble game, as the photos in this post prove.
To my dear friend, get well soon. Consider this post your get well card, and if there is anything you need, you know where to find me. Isn’t it nice having a neighbor that’s a best friend, too?
Dear Reader, never underestimate your power for aiding someone in getting well, utilizing quiet company. Sometimes silence is more golden than you know, and a pair of eyes just seeing your face can be the angel of mercy putting a weary spirit back on the road to good health. – paerki
What I really prefer is quiet company, someone who is there, but keeping a low profile. I’m typically not interested in conversation, especially when I can barely keep my head up and eyes open. If you want to sit and maybe read or fall asleep next to me, that would be nice. Just like chicken soup, that somehow does the trick.
The latter makes me think of my mother, rocking us children to sleep when we were sick. We never had to ask for anything. Her timing was impeccable, knowing when to feed, sit and hug us, and all in the name of love.
When you think about it, that’s what it’s really all about, the love, and just being near makes all the difference in the world. When I was dealing with my health challenge a few years ago in earnest, looking for the light at the end of the tunnel (which took me forever to find), I had someone in my corner championing my cause each and everyday. He was anything but quiet company, but through trial and error he got it right, and it’s with his love and grace I made it through a horrific point in my life. (I’ve moved beyond those years – healthier and happier than I’ve ever been before, now that I’ve taken gluten out of my diet. Thank you, BDL, for being my Florence Nightingale.)
To my friend who is on the mend, you are smart in taking the appropriate steps to get well again. It’s your proactive state of mind that will get you thriving once more, well that, and a few days off work.
I’m hoping my visit today helped get your mind off of the obvious. Yes, we did a little talking at the beginning, but not our usual banter. I think the quiet company after, which included a somber game of Scrabble, was just what the doctor ordered. I’m sorry you lost, and for a brief moment I thought about letting you win, but after careful consideration I realized that would make me ill. You wouldn’t have wanted that… Would you?!
There’s another factor attempting to get my friend better, and that’s his little furry bundle of love, Lioness. She’s by his side doing what she just does best, keeping his heart warm and strong. Of course she doesn’t like to be left out of anything, thus her attempt to join our Scrabble game, as the photos in this post prove.
To my dear friend, get well soon. Consider this post your get well card, and if there is anything you need, you know where to find me. Isn’t it nice having a neighbor that’s a best friend, too?
Dear Reader, never underestimate your power for aiding someone in getting well, utilizing quiet company. Sometimes silence is more golden than you know, and a pair of eyes just seeing your face can be the angel of mercy putting a weary spirit back on the road to good health. – paerki
