Tomorrow's Phart

It's late....very, very late at night. Or maybe it's early morning.

I lost a very good friend of 16 years a few weeks ago...and late at night it comes home to me. I don't let things get me down...but I do when it comes to her. I don't re-live and get caught up in days gone by...but I do when it comes to her. I never cry....but I haven't stopped since I lost her.

She never once laughed at me when I was stupid. She always grinnned...and loved me. She never yelled at me when I was out of line....she grinned and loved me. She never turned her back on me.........never. No. She grinned and loved me.

I can not imagine a better friend than a little friend you bring home and housebreak--well, when you're not having fun with them while they're tinkling all over the floor--and play ball and just talk and have them listen and be glad you're talking. And cuddle at the end of a long day....and damned if they aren't glad you're home!

I got a card when I lost my friend...

"Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk of me as if I were beside you. I loved you so...twas Heaven here with you.