Mourn with those that mourn

For those of you who were wondering, the crash did come after Caleb's birthday. I was fine on Saturday (his birthday) and fine on Sunday (we were busy with church, visits, and dinner at a friend's house), but come Monday when Kylie and I were home by ourselves with not a whole lot to do, I crashed. Those days still happen every now and then. It's not every day any more like it used to be. Or every Wednesday like it was for awhile. Or every 19th day of the month. But every now and then I get thinking too much and I have a hard day.

On this particular day, I was most grateful for a friend who called because she thought I might need a boost. Her call couldn't have come at a better time. She simply asked how I was doing and I started to cry. I knew she really cared, that she wasn't just asking to hear an automated "good" response or calling because she felt obligated--she really cared. It meant a lot. Not only did she call, but she listened. She simply let me cry (and cried a little with me). It wasn't one of those times where the subject is quickly changed because it's hard to talk about or because they're embarrassed because you're crying. She simply was "willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea and comfort those that stand in need of comfort" (Mosiah 18:9).

Of course, this didn't solve all of my problems. The rest of the day was still really hard for me, but I was buoyed up by a friend, and for that I was and am grateful.