Friends, so many; such a full life. Every day I get to see them, talk to them, think about them. YOU are one of them and YOU are not replaceable.
I worry about her mother. I miss his smile. I played with her and her dog, and hers and hers and hers. I wonder if he's ok when he wouldn't eat today. She listens to me cry across the wall. And she knows why – because it's June or July.
What would I do without you? Shrivel up and... stay in bed. Instead, I get up and share a birthday. I report to her. He is my husband. She is my sister. She changed her name and I get to say it every day.
He is my dog. They are my daughters. We had a glass or two of wine and didn't worry about temples. He cries for my loss. She shares her kids. She writes with me.
She lifts me up – to see Kenny. She lives around the corner and knows when I drive by. We camp. We shop. We celebrate. We read. We eat. We laugh.
She is three. And another is six. And one is eight. He's 62!
What would I do without you?
2 comments:
I am always struck anew with how beautiful your writing is. Thanks for posting this, it was so uplifting to read. What a great friend you are. I look forward to seeing you again.
I know you're talking to everyone, but you made me feel so special I teared up. How do you do that?
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