This week sucked. I mean, there were days of bad news followed by bad news. It goes down in the books as one of the worst. Too much at one time. Seriously. Way too much. But as an old friend of mine has never let me forget - "what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger." That song is on at least 17 of the 20 mix CD's that he made me.
One thing that has struck me during this week of yuck is who steps up to the plate during times of pain and who doesn't. It is easy to be my friend when things are going well. I'm happy, caring, sometimes funny (if you appreciate dry sarcastic humor), and usually up for anything. I'm a giving person - it is what I do best...I would go to the ends of the earth for my friends and family, so it's nice to have me in your rolodex. But when times are tough, the people who are there are really the people I consider my true friends. Friends who can be selfless, thoughtful, and present.
I wanted to thank you for the overflow of support I have gotten this week. All of my friends have gone above and beyond. Daily phone calls, text messages, e-mails, trips to Sonoma, dinners, drinks, cards, and care packages. Thank you for your patience. For letting me interrupt you in the middle of your sentence with, "you know what really makes me mad?" I'm not the kind of person who has a billion acquaintances. My friends are true and close. This week has made me realize why I have selectively chosen my army of support.
News travels fast. This is something that I am used to. I grew up in Piedmont after all - the rumormill is fierce. It's one of the reason's why I started this blog. I just want to be honest. No games. Not going to hide anything. If you want to hear it, you can hear it from me. But I am seriously amazed by the outpouring of support, guidance, advice, and condolences that I have received from people who I wouldn't consider to be my inner circle. People I haven't spoken to in years, people from my childhood, coworkers, friends of friends, parents of friends, friends of friends' parents, friends of my parents. Thank you to everyone who has been there. Words cannot express my gratitude.
I'm an organizer. I do not like a messy inbox. I feel like I'm having a pretty good day when I can get my e-mails down to ten. Since Tuesday, my inbox has been FLOODED. I have pages and pages and pages of e-mails. If I haven't responded to your note (which I undoubtedly cried to when I read) or returned your phone call, please know that I am more than thankful and that I will.
Thank you to the people who have been there. The people who have put their own lives aside just to listen or distract me. True friends power through during times of trouble. It has not gone unnoticed.
P.S. - I should thank my family as well. I mean, whether they like it or not they have had to deal with me this past week. And when I mean deal with me, I mean, I have really put them through the ringer. Late night sob sessions, a lot of moping and feeling pretty darn sorry for myself. A lot of please stop talking, I don't know how else I can tell you the test was just hard. No, I'm not sure how I'm going to study differently. No, I don't know what I want for dinner, in fact, I just want a bite anyways, because to be frank, I feel like I'm going to vom. All the time. Thank you for putting up with me and never losing faith. I know it hasn't been easy.
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