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15 January 2008 @ 09:30 pm
Human Connection  
After the totally awesome morning passed...

A cold growing worse throughout the day
Reading an account of the mass graves in Rwanda and Kosovo while cloistered
My dad calls to tell me that one of his few surviving relatives, his cousin Sandy, just lost her 42-year-old husband to a heart attack leaving behind a 6-year-old son who is refusing to let go of his father's wallet and favourite hat, and feeling helpless to comfort my dad

Amidst all of this, with chills racking my body from the cold, and a deep indefinable sadness about the distance from my dad at this moment, Lauren calls me and tells me there's a conservatively-dressed woman standing at a bus stop.

The conservatively-dressed woman is blowing bubbles (an open-hearted defense while being scared to be alone at night on the Hill after a recent murder? I find myself wondering).

Two things happen.

1. I burst into tears
2. I feel a connection with every person in the whole world who has ever had the good fortune of having a best friend

May you always have friends of this caliber.
And if you are one, thank you for making the world a better place one person at a time in these lost moments with a land line, or a shovel, or a hand, or a joke, or a measure of silence.