Mar 14, 2008 08:52PM
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Lately I think a lot about the responsibility of friendship, the dance of love - so beautiful the way our life's steps interweave with our dear ones. We merge and move together, then separate and solo, in patterns rich and strange. We hold each other, share the joy and tears, then drift our own way for a time. A lifetime of love and caring, always sure that those we love will always be with us just for the asking. Perhaps out of our immediate view, but only a letter, a phone call, a warm thought away.
If I could hold my loved ones forever safe in my arms - oh what would I give for that gift. To always know the right words, how to pursuade, what advice to give. In my profession I am addressed as Counsellor - each day I carry the weight of that responsibility and the honor of that title.
Leaving the fate of a dear one in the hands of strangers breaks the heart, and watching from the sidelines while bad advice endangers our precious one breaks the spirit. So we wade into the fray, struggling against the harsh truth - these are adults who must be given the best counsel we can offer, but they must be allowed the dignity of self-determination.
In the end, each of us must do our last dance alone.
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