My heart was crushed. I hadn’t slept. I spent all night and most of the morning and early afternoon releasing a flood of tears over the break-up that happened the evening before. I called Molly to unload. As an excellent friend, she listened and tried to console me. At some point I mentioned, “I realize that I haven’t eaten all day. Would you mind bringing me something?” I usually had food in the house but I didn’t have the energy to walk ten feet to look. Plus, I needed human connection. Molly rushed over with a shrimp burrito. She fixed herself pasta with pesto that I made a couple of days earlier. I slowly chewed and finished half the burrito. That was all I could handle. For a while we sat side by side in silence on my comfy sofa staring blankly at the HGTV show playing on TV.
“I think I’m about to cry again.” That was her signal to leave me be.
I’m forever thankful for that half burrito and for a life-long friendship with my Molly.