Loss hurt. Losing someone dear to you hurt. You were a single parent. Were. Your daughter died last night. You cradled her in your arms, sobbing against her hair. You didn’t know she was hurting so bad…. You just wanted to be a good parent.

Your heart broke into a thousand pieces when you found her like that in her room. You felt guilty. Everything hurt. You were all alone now. No husband. No daughter.

A week later and you were at your daughter’s funeral, sitting at the front row, black clothing clad all over your body, your cheeks tear stained as your hands fidgeted with a tissue. You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see your dear friend John, all dressed up in a suit, one of his hands in his pockets as he gave you a gentle smile, sitting down beside you.

“I know it hurts now. It’ll get better with time.. I’ll be here for you. You know that right? Every step of the way, love.”