Don’t we all hope someone has our back?
I know I have some family and friends who, at any given time, has had my back. I asked for their help in the past and they were there for me.
They would listen to me or I could text them and they would have a timely and positive response.
But I hope that when the worst of our lives hit the bottom, those people still have our backs.
I talk about this, because my life is still dynamic. Even though it has now been a year since Steve has passed, I haven’t been able to settle into that peaceful time.
I think, even though I will not be able to accept he is no longer physically in my life, I feel and believe he still has my back.
When he was home on hospice, he always said more than once… “Honey, we’re going to be okay.” And I know we are.
He will always have my back.
I’m in the process of supporting one of my sisters through a difficult time. I’m not looking for anything in the form of payment or otherwise. Some of her things are the history of her life with her kids and happy times. And that’s what I hope to save for her… her memories… her life moments… furniture can be replaced… but not photos of times passed.
People have been there for me when I needed them, so when someone else needs me to have their back, I simply say… I gotcha.