Your Hurts Are My Hurts

Ever since the mid '80s when I saw your tiredness and stress and how much you cared for Claire I've been able to feel what you feel time and again. Even now, though far away, whenever I hear of your aches and pains, your sleeplessness and depression, I still feel such empathy towards you. In fact, truth be known, Many times I get quite down, even sick when I know you are not doing well and sometimes I pray to take on your burdens. Other times, I almost want to ask God for this deep in my gut burden to be removed, especially when I know that prayers are the only action I can take on your behalf. Today's news makes me so sad. I just want to come get you and take you away to a warm and comfortable place far from your worries so you can rest and heal. But, I'm no longer allowed to care for you. I'm only an old friend who is very concerned and not your newlywed husband who I'd hoped and planned to be by now. To say that Time heals all wounds will not be true for you and me as I'll always feel deeply for whatever you are going through... Your hurts will always be my hurts.