“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.” ― Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey Despite the pain and darkness of the road we are travelling I realize today that I have been given a precious gift of friends like the one mentioned in the above quote. The friends who could be silent during the time when words were not penetrating my ears or if they did they ended up sounding painful. The friends who just started crying with me when there was nothing else to do. The friends who didn't try to find the words to say but rather tolerated the ambiguity, living with not knowing the answers. The friends who could face the powerlessness of an unbearable void. The Friend who is a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, who screamed his own forsakenness and never leaves or forsakes me. Thank you friends...
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