|You never realize what a comfort the voice of a friend is until you
I needed it.
The bullshit factor down here is so great, the environment so cobwebbed with gripes and grudges, hints and innuendoes, excuses and lies, a person just can't think sometimes. If I let myself be drawn into it, God help me. So I keep my peace, nod grimly when spoken to, except at the more ludicrous comments, when I can't help but laugh. Utter bullshit.
I hate to call collect. I can't stand to inflict a cost on another, especially just for my own comfort. But oh God, how it helps to hear the voice of a true friend, one unentangled in the crap that mires my family down into worry and grief. The voice of a friend who just plain cares. It's like finally reaching home in a storm, closing the door on the howling wind, and lighting a candle to enjoy in the quiet inside.
--5 Oct 97