I am very lucky because I have some dear "piglets" in my life. The first year plus after Laura's death, I lived in a fog and spent most of my non-working hours in bed. My dear friends helped me through those days. Sometimes talking, sometimes just listening to me, a mother with a very broken heart. And sometimes, like Piglet, just being with me and no words spoken.
Tomorrow it is my turn to visit a friend and be her piglet. I hope I will be as caring and understanding as Pooh's dear friend.
"Today was a Difficult Day," said Pooh.
There was a pause.
"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Piglet.
"No," said Pooh after a bit. "No, I don't think I do."
"That's okay," said Piglet, and he came and sat beside his friend.
"What are you doing?" asked Pooh.
"Nothing, really," said Piglet. "Only, I know what Difficult Days are like. I quite often don't feel like talking about it on my Difficult Days either.
"But goodness," continued Piglet, "Difficult Days are so much easier when you know you've got someone there for you. And I'll always be here for you, Pooh."
And as Pooh sat there, working through in his head his Difficult Day, while the solid, reliable Piglet sat next to him quietly, swinging his little legs...he thought that his best friend had never been more right."
A.A. Milne
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