Friday, July 09, 2010
We are friends and I do like to pass the day with you in seriouse and incosequential chatter. I wouldn't mind washing up beside you, dusting beside you, reading the back half of the paper while you read the front. We are friends and I would miss you, do miss you and think of you very often. OR the friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hours of grief or bereavement, who can tolerate with not knowing..not healing..not curing..that is friend who care.