this morning #2111.

this morning, the longer that he kept his hand resting on my shoulder, the smaller it made me feel. i know what he’s trying to achieve. providing me with comfort in my time of grief. i appreciate that. when i started tearing up at the thought of my mom, he put his hand there. it did the trick. kept me steady. gave me the strength to stand up in front of this crowd & say a few words about her. i began with a story from my childhood. a minute in, it hit me that he hadn’t moved his hand away. i didn’t want to shake it off & scream “STEP BACK. I’M OK” in his face. not in front of friends & family. i continued & when i said the words “i’m really going to miss her,” he gave my shoulder a squeeze & a pat. can’t believe i let him get away with that.