This bouquet is for you. . .
Tish, Marylouise, and Dorothy, Jan, and Joy, heart friends gone but always upfront; now some cyber friends distanced including (few) males attesting publicly to science, but attending silently to problems not to be tested by science gods in their pristine laboratories.
All friends of caliber, all honorable characters with huge depth, with problems in the confines of earth habitats; the streets of cities and living rooms in homes. My gender confronted mostly in the kitchens, midst getting dinner on the table or cleaning up afterward.
These are the laboratories where reality lives, while the one buying food for the table with the currency of the day sails out the door with a you take care of it dictum, (with an I have bigger fish to fry, like maybe world peace?)
But in today’s world drama, the difference is the one left also needs to get to a paying job because two salaries are required to maintain the premises or a trained talent wants their fair share of today’s kudos or currency. For particular reasons, that is the drama.
Since questions loom in many corners, what bears leverage on the troubled soul? Is it visible to be handled or invisible with an I could not help it attitude? The latter must be dealt with kid gloves or at best a saintly demeanor else we have worlds collapsing in quarters unable to be rebuilt.
Do we need religious or professional help or can we work it out with agencies designed just for this kind of thing? A conundrum, to be sure.
If invisible, is it genetic, inherited, meaning other members of the family have had this problem? Or a new one that deals with unmentionables, or drugs, from alcohol all the way to end of the alphabet, or something best left to experts?
Known is that no one ‘s upbringing prepares them for parenting in today’s world. This is what is known as OJT. On the Job Training. This is how recruits are assigned jobs in the Military, no matter one’s background.
Good friends of caliber are required in life, someone or a handful to inspire or calm when crises loom. Someone in Congress? Today, hard to believe. Or a lawyer? (I called for a friend) Or an ear to listen to heart hurts? (too many times to count).
Or a nurse/friend like Cati who held our fractured family together when David was leaving us, or young neighbor Cherl, who became like a daughter, or friend John, magically appearing in crises.
These are godfriends (correct word) who hold the leaky boat afloat when water rises and family cannot or is unable. I wrote that heaven does not play favorites. They don’t. Everyone is cherished. I was not spared the mountains to climb but had godfriends to journey with. They gave the supreme gift of heart needed.
What can I say when language has no adequate thank you? I call them godfriends.