During the worst days of my life, some of the days at the hospital with the other half, facing crappy news, the best, most powerful thing people did is show the hell up. Sat in the waiting room, stood by my car with a hug, showed up with a bag of groceries. That's love. That's not waiting for an invitation. Just being there is enough.
That's why I keep showing up for people I care about; checking in, sending a text or stupid meme, maybe, just maybe, being annoyingly irriratating? Because I don't want people to feel alone.
