When something upsets the pattern of life, it tends to leave you feeling alone. And while it doesn’t take drama to know you have great friends, it can be overwhelmingly delightful to see just how wonderful they are when you are left drifting in the middle of a sea of sadness.
As soon as I felt my world collapse, I was on the phone with one of my oldest friends. Not only did she listen, relate and sympathize, she knew when to tell me I was being ridiculous and invited me to over so I wouldn’t be home alone—and to watch the backyard entertainment, but that’s another story.
The following days everyone checked in on me, day after day, hour after hour.
Endless phone calls, text messages and IMs were exactly what I needed when my last relationship ended. It felt almost as if they had all telepathically collaborated to make sure I was covered from all angles. A new email would pop up as I replied to another; a text would beep in while I gabbed to someone else; an unread e-card would highlight itself in my inbox.
This morning I walked into my office very late, as my bed was relentless in tempting me not to abandon it, and saw a massive rectangular box on my desk from 1-800-flowers. There was no one in my life anymore that would be sending such packages and this realization hit me hard. But when I got my act together I read the message: “Just a little something to brighten your day! Enjoy! Love [friends name]”
They were lilies! My favorite! I don’t even think the man who used to send me flowers knows what my favorites are. (Don’t let that imply a lack of appreciation—he always chose beautiful bouquets.)
They now sit atop my desk seeping a wonderful aroma across my work area, a constant symbol that I’m not alone.
… and for the first time in a few days, I have the urge to smile!