A few weeks ago, one of my best girlfriends got married. It was an honor to be there for her special day, and to be able to stand next to her as a bridesmaid.
Also standing next to her as a bridesmaid was our other very dear friend. She is going through a divorce.
The dichotomy of the two still sends chills down my spine.
In the midst of the celebration of two amazing people finding love, another life is falling apart because of a lack of love. While one man in a tuxedo proudly proclaimed his love in front of a hundred people, another man in sweats is sneaking around, cheating on his wife.
There were several moments during the day when my sweet friend had to leave the festivities to just weep. The “Father/Daughter” dance was especially hard.
My heart just ached for her.
It’s hard to know what to say in moments like those. She has two children. Young children. And her life is falling apart before her eyes.
So, sometimes, it’s better to say nothing at all.
Instead, I weep with her. And I hold my children a little tighter. And I give my husband a kiss, and say “Thank you.”
I once heard someone say that if everyone was forced to put all their crap in a big pile, take a step back and look at everyone else’s crap, every single one of us would gladly go back to the pile, and grab our own crap back.