The phone buzzed and we flew to your side, in swarms of three and four until we completed our hive.
We flitted around you, busying ourselves with whatever work we could find.
Talking to nurses.
Taking turns watching kids in the lobby.
"Isolate a honeybee from her sisters and she will soon die."
In a group whose constant buzzing often keeps us out too late, we had only a few words.
We'll take care of your girls.
We love you.
This post was inspired by my visit to a friend who is losing her battle with cancer. During her fight, we have been wearing honeybee necklaces, and she took to calling our group "Heather's Hive."
The quote above is from the book The Queen Must Die: And Other Affairs of Bees and Men (Longgood) and was quoted in The Secret Life of Bees, by Sue Monk Kidd.