Last week the very precious daughter of some of my best friends died. We knew she wouldn't make old bones but we weren't expecting it. There was no warning, no illness, just a suddenness. Which we know was better for her.....
I know that nothing I am feeling compares to how her family are feeling. But I loved her, and I love them. And for the first time (and hopefully the only time) my worlds, home and work, have collided. Her parents called me, because they knew that as their friend, I would be there in a heartbeat. They called me because they knew that in my professional role I could help. And I did.... a bit.
And this meant I got to walk with them through the early hours of this horror. I got to see God's hand working, in little things and in big things. And I moved with them to my place of work, where my team did their stuff, for the family, and for me. They gently helped me move from professional to friend.
And now, some days later, the worlds have technically separated again. Many many people have such grief in their personal lives, and go to work or school. Its just I'm not sure how to reconstruct this for me. I stood in that place and cried, and all the things I did for others I did for her, with no boundaries, no barriers, my heart laid bear. How do I put it all back together?
I'm trusting in God, and in years of training, and in my team, again. And feeling guilty, my troubles barely compare to her family's. But I know they love me too, and probably know all this for me.

