02/08/2026
Waiting looks different for all of us.
Sometimes it is sitting in medical offices, flipping through old magazines, listening for a name to be called. Sometimes it is watching the phone, hoping for news of a new life, a promotion, a milestone worth celebrating. And sometimes, waiting is the quiet, aching space of loving someone at the end of their life.
I wrote a piece about waiting, the alertness, the anticipation, the tenderness, and the grief that can all live inside that one word. It is about friendship, kindness built over a lifetime, humor that endures even at the edge of goodbye, and the way love gathers people together when time feels short.
If you have ever found yourself waiting, for news, for change, for a moment you know will alter you, I hope this reflection meets you where you are.
Oh boy. What comes to mind when you read that title?