Most of the time, the miles between New Zealand and other countries don't impact. They are there. I am here.
This week they do. This week, I am tied to my phone. Sending the only support I can across the miles to my best friend.
The hugs don't translate over text. The shoulder I could offer is stuck here, the tears are there in the UK.
The dirty jokes I could tell her to break the tension, don't sound the same without my mischievous smile.
The coffee, cake and cuddles are wasted on the miles. The flowers fade.
All I have is the miles, and a phone.
I love you Linnie. I am sorry I am only able to offer you random words. But know that they come from my heart. From me.
We are family and I am feeling your pain too.