Tomorrow morning, she'll welcome her fifth child. Alone.
This is the friend who's husband was killed in the plane crash in November.
And I'm sitting here, crying. Not the pretty, droplet running down my cheek, but full fledged bawling.
My heart aches for her. I wish I knew how to be a better friend. I wish I was physically closer so I could help. I wish I could do more than send a card ever other week or so. I wish I could do more than hold her close in my thoughts and prayers. I wish I could scoop her up in a big hug and tell her 'it will all be all right.' I wish I had the guts to call her, but I don't want to end up a blubbering mess on the other end of the phone. I wish she didn't have to go through this. I wish, for once, I knew why this happened.