One of my closest and dearest friend of many years (ok decades) came to my door at my darkest hour. We had often laughed at how parallel our lives were. She’d get married, I’d get married. She’d move to a new city and I would move a block away. I’d have a child then she would have a child. She’d get hit by a truck. I’d get hit by a bus. This went on and on and sometimes got really dramatic. Then an earth shattering death occurred in my immediate family.
There she was early that morning at my door with a plate of homemade breakfast burritos. With so much love and tears in her eyes, she presented the plate to me and said, “You win.”
After a long beat, we both broke into peals of uncontrollable laughter.
Tears of joy and sadness were all mixed together at the ridiculous game we had played for so long; juxtaposed against my greatest loss and breakfast burritos.