Thinking of You

I thought about you today, my friend.

You were on my mind as I made the beds. I sent a silent prayer up for you, to have the ability to make your children’s beds for many years to come.

A mutual acquaintance texted me early in the morning, surgery today, say Tehillim Leah bas Ruchel Esther. I appreciated the text; it spurred me into action. It also had me thinking about you, a lot.

I thought about you as I stirred my coffee, thinking of the lattes we’d shared over the years. I davened that we share many more in the future.

I remembered your plight as I did my grocery shopping. I recalled the dietetic dishes you dolefully ate, laughing at the futility, yet dreaming of results. You’ve lost more weight than I care to think about during the last six months of treatment; we’re not laughing about the scale anymore.