We latch onto the people we know and have loved forever, assuming they'll always be there to fill the gaps, catch us if we fall. Assuage our fears and make us tea. But often, they're too busy living their own lives that ours become white noise. A reminder to not forget our birthday and to bring the grandchild over at 11. But the other stuff must get in line with everything else they're dealing with and eventually, maybe at Christmas, maybe a week from next Friday, they'll handle the hell out of that thing that was bothering us ---- but if the baby gets sick, it might be another month, hang in there.

Great piece, my friend.