The Coldest Day of the Year
December 12th, 2025 Today, love looked like: wearing a pair of one friend’s fleece-lined panty-hose while holding a hand-delivered latte from another. This is how two of my closest friends showed up for me in my grief, the day of my Dad’s funeral. It also looked like: A friend and a nanny who both brought sticker books for my son to keep him occupied in a long service.A sister and brother-in-law who drove two hours after a snowstorm just to be there.A childhood best friend who walked up and didn’t say a word, but hugged me tight – and held me upright – as I collapsed into her with sobs. She didn’t need…
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