What does "comfort" mean to you?

Comfort is long silences while the waves are rolling in against the beach; it's sitting by a fire and eating mangos that were recently picked. Comfort comes to us in many different ways, sometimes it's overt and someone is literally trying to be there, giving you a shoulder or an out a way to keep moving without letting grief swallow you whole. Sometimes comfort is sitting on a plane knowing that customs has let your father's casket on board and you're going to be home in a few hours.

For some people, like my father, comfort is a full bottle of Jack Daniels and disappearing to random corners of the world. Comfort is different things to different people. Honestly for me I was rarely comforted. My dad gave me this advice the night before my wedding and it didn't help me, he would tell me things meant to comfort and I'd just stare at him wondering if he knew the definition of the word.

Comfort to me is the kind of silence that never gets awkward; always with someone who for some inexplicable reason just has to look at you for you to believe that everything is going to be ok. Even when there's only evidence to the contrary and you know that despite that feeling nothing will be ok. Comfort is in a look shared before a raggedy bag is placed over your head.