It has been hard to know what to write about my little trip to Weymouth.
The display of love was incredibly moving. The love between Steve and Kim is obvious as they look at each other, as they realise that time may well be short, as they plan short term and dream of what may be long term if things work well. As I write this tears return to my eyes.
I have never felt as useless and powerless as I did for those 24 hours. As I do now even. On the way home I needed to pull over to let the tears flow so that I could then pull myself together to drive back to Gillingham. Just sitting seemed so weak of me but yet so important to them.
I love Steve and Kim massively and to see them as they are just rips me apart. They have no questions, they are just waiting. They have no anger but are just waiting. Waiting with each other to see what the outcome of this horrible time will be.
As well as love I was struck by the courage of Kim. A brave young woman of only 28 in obvious pain but still able to smile, still able to joke and still able to hope. I was expecting anger, confusion or fear but saw strength, hope and courage. A new member of my family who has already made a massive impression in the space of less than 12 months.
I arrived during Kim’s major 3-weekly chemo session. The fact that she wanted to pop out with us to the pub after it, even of only for 20 minutes or so (and just for a soft drink!), amazed me. Just a small illustration of her strength and her determination to get the best opportunities out of whatever time there is. It seems Kim and Steve are determined to seize the day; and that challenges me in how wasteful of time that I am.
A particular thing that struck me would be Kim’s laugh that would peter out as she stared ahead into noting. I wondered if she was dreaming of what might happen, or of what might have been. Moments like this came after we spoke of children, watched young kids in the pub, spoke about holidays, homes and things of the future. It seemed only fitting to be silent and wait at those times, to sit and just be there demanding nothing and giving nothing.
I felt useless and wanted to be able to help.
I wondered if God feels the same?
The Shiny Headed Prophet 
Rob sometimes we don’t understand. Sometimes there seems to be no logic. Sometimes it just doesn’t seem fair or right. Sometimes we want answers and there aren’t any. By being there you are helping, by praying you are helping. Who knows God’s plans and why He allows some things to happen. Be there, be the brother that God made you and be the support to them at this time. It is all you can do and my bet is that God is weeping too probably with His arms around you and them. Pray that they can feel it.Gary