...then when can you, eh? A friend of mine and I recently were saying our goodbyes—a temporary break before the holiday rush of traveling and commitments. Before we parted ways, this old friend of many years said, “I’m sorry I didn’t get to write this on a card, but I want you to know I couldn’t have made it through this past year without you.” It was possibly the best gift I could have imagined—the gift of honest, sincere, appreciation of friendship. This really made me think hard about my own gifts—given and received, over this year and all the years before. And I’ve reached a single conclusion about my life: I’ve been really, really, lucky, more than any person could hope for. Because I’ve had more than what the Beatles got—I get by with a LOT of help from my friends. Friends who drop into your life out of nowhere, just to say hello and check in, maybe have a cup of coffee. And sometimes they make you take a break for coffee even when you think you don’t need one.
Last night while you were Lying in my arms And I was wondering where you were You know you looked just like a baby Fast asleep in this dangerous world. Every star was shining brightly Just like a million years before. And we were feeling very small Underneath the universe. And you know that I'm gonna be the one Who'll be there when you need Someone to depend upon When tomorrow comes... When tomorrow comes... --Eurythmics It's been the longest, most eventful summer, and it's only just past the Fourth of July. We've just come back from Joshua Tree, an appropriate full circle. When I first alerted friends on social media about Jon's stroke, it was April 29, and I posted a photo of him during our spring trip to the desert two weeks prior. When Jon was taken to the hospital on April 26, I didn't know if I would ever see him be so happy and so himself ever again. Jon doesn't remember any of it, except the last few days i