Something terrible happened. Within moments, you’ve got a handful of your closest sharing a bottle of something and your favorite tunes fill the space between.
You are the priority. You are the reason they are all here. Laughing, smiling, reminiscing.
You are the reason they are singing along to Rocket Man, messing up the words. “ROCKET MAN! Ba-nah-ana-ana sky out there…”
These are the defining moments in your otherwise basic existence. The times when friends show up at your beck and call. When life overwhelms and you just need to unthink your day.
That’s when real friends come through and say, “talk to me.”
And actually listen.