Who helped you get through yesterday, and who will you help get through this day?

Everything we leave behind will linger on, in some or other way.
So sings Titiyo in Andreas Kleerup’s song “Longing for lullabies.”

I haven’t seen my wife in almost eight months.
That is if you add October to the tally.
Before the COVID outbreak, she went abroad to pursue business-interests.
A three-month trip morphed into something significantly more.
When the song popped up on a Youtube channel not long ago, I knew I had questions.
What is the verdict about the realism of lyrics from a pop song?
I think Andreas was on point.
No matter where in the house I find myself, I can visualize Mariane saying this, doing that, rearranging a pile of books, or humming a tune.

“How do you manage to cope?”
That’s one question I got asked ever so often.
After a while, I fashioned a standard reply:
“All your concern, prayers, homecooked meals, and words of encouragement got me through it!”
And it was true.
From my perspective, I forced myself to remember that others had it far worse.
A few people I knew, not only lost their income but also loved ones during these times.
At least I could say that I was certain my partner would be coming back.
And praise be to God. She’s scheduled to land on the 27th of October.

As per usual, there’s a takeaway from this post.
Don’t downplay the emotional trauma or hardship you experienced.
Irrespective of whether you thought “others had it worse” acknowledge that you struggled, or that you’re struggling still.
The mind is such that we can’t predict when these bottled feelings will surface.
It takes a lot of strength to acknowledge weakness.
A lot of courage is required to say, “I can’t hack it alone.”
And we’ve never been designed to go it alone.
All of this was conveyed to me by a woman who had lost her husband in April.

Please be a part of someone’s support structure today— no matter how small a part you believe you’re playing within the bigger scheme of things.
And while you’re at it, recognize someone’s virtual fist-bump, telling you, “Hey buddy, you’re ok!”

Matt LR

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: