Tonight at church, I had trouble holding it together, especially after lighting her memorial candle.

I knew I was losing it so bee-lined to the back where of the church where we have a few chairs (it’s standing only except for a few places).

My head was down as the tears were coming but I could see an empty chair and I quickly made for it and sat down. It happened to be next to a dear friend, a woman who lost her baby also, he to SIDS over 30 years ago (she thinks it was shots from the previous day).

She grabbed my hand, knowing. And we just sat there as I sobbed and she squeezed my hand for several minutes until I could catch my breath.

The most precious gifts in this life are people who understand us without having to say anything. 

“And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort.” 2 Corinthians 7

Sometimes you can be there for someone without having to say anything at all.