I was told by friend that I am loved. As I introduced the garden to my friend, I thank him for being present with me in the garden. Not physically due to the new norm, but emotionally. When I am with him, I feel a sense of being together, I have no doubt within myself in that moment. He said that I am real and speaks things as I see them. Although I wanted to disagree, I embraced the words that just didn’t sound like any part of me. This is his feeling; I leave him his dignity.
I was told by my friend that I make him laugh. A friend who can make you laugh after telling you he agrees that your flower bed looks like a grave site is a friend indeed. You see, I was trying to be creative by placing stones outside the perimeters of the dirt bed and after a couple of weeks of looking at it, it just never made me feel good. The plant place in the bed is beautiful, a nice Black-Eyed Susie, but the area looked of something sad, so sad that I could no longer bear to look at it and then I realized why, it didn’t make me feel alive. As my heart pulsated, I removed the stones and as each one was place in a different area, I could feel the calmness coming over me.
I was told by my friend, I give meaning to life: A better appreciation for what it means to be living, who says that to a broken soul? Those words were received with much gratitude as they touched my shattered heart, my broken spirit, my incomplete soul, my life. His heart felt words pulled my very being together even if for a brief moment.