This past weekend, my husband and I (our little guy in tow) traveled the 4 1/2 hours by car to San Diego to be with some friends at a time of the year when they need a little extra love. Four years ago, we met our friends for the first time, for the simple purpose of supporting them on a journey through which we walked about two years ahead of them, and we have grown to be (for each other) that kind of friend.
We know that when we spend time together, none of us needs to be the best of who we are... or anything at all. There are no expectations over which to feel disappointed. No pressure to be anything but the sheer truth of who we are in the moment. There is comfort in knowing that variety of deep love and acceptance.
I know that December 7th is the hardest day of the year for them. I know that the simple act of being there for them gives them comfort in knowing that someone remembers and understands their pain. We don't need to make it better or come prepared with some great words of wisdom to fix the pain they feel.
We can just point to the way we have walked before them, and offer a loving heart and hand.
For at the end of the day, that's all we are called to do when the tide rushes in.