Dear Marty,
A dear friend of mine, who is accompanying her mother through cancer treatment, told me almost by chance one day about an encounter she'd had during a session. She spoke of a woman, a cat, a moment of silent presence.
For a few minutes, the weight eased, my breathing calmed, and time stopped being just something to bear, becoming a space where I could simply be. That woman was you. When I realized she was talking about you, I was moved. And I thought about how precious the way you enter people's lives is: on tiptoe, quietly, yet leaving a profound mark. Perhaps you already sense, in your simple and genuine way of being there, the good that happens when you're there. I just wanted to tell you that that presence arrives, that it settles slowly, and that it leaves something good that lingers.
With love.
Linda