The Power of a Hug

Yesterday at work was like one of those crazy/crazy long days that is only suppose to exist in movies about some over worked paper pusher. But let me tell you, those days to exist in real life. (a truly unfortunate fact) And it wasn't one catastrophic event that forced me to franticly run around my little office, just a compilation of small disasters.

As I was sitting at my desk last night, trying to finish up, a friend texted and wanted to know if I was planing to go to FHE. And when I said I wasn't feeling up to it, (I was not in a Caroling mood) he asked if I just wanted to chill. He was an answer to an unspoken prayer, I had not yet reached the break down point, but it was on its way.

I was so relieved that I had an excuse to leave the office it was amazing. I went to his house and we had chinese food and watched Blue Streak (very funny!) As we sat on his couch, I realized that a small thing like a hug and a movie can make such a big difference.

So I have decided that one of my resolutions for the new year is to be that person, the one who is there for her friends, even if all they need is the little things.

Maybe.

Sorry, this post is a little depressed, but I have been thinking a lot about Robbie reciently and today he has been stuck in the back of my mind.

My Friend Robbie died a little over a month ago, and it still doesn't seem real. I was telling my friend at work a story that involved him and jeeping, and without realizing it, spoke of him as if he were still alive, and it wasn't until I was almost done with the story before remembering he is gone.

I wonder when it will finally feel real?

I couldn't make myself go to the graveside service, and maybe thats why it hasn't sunk in yet. I pass his cemetery every couple of days or so and maybe I need to stop and see him. Maybe then it will be real.