The worst thing about being in your 40's is your friends start to die.
It's the first year anniversary of the passing of my friend, John Kessler. He was so tall, so blonde, so loving and so goofy. John's death proves only the good die young--cut down by a brain tumor at the age of 49.
I miss you John.
I just got off the telephone with my dad. A childhood girlfriend passed away due to complications from diabetes. And although I haven't seen her in about 30 years, it is amazing how vivid my memories are of her. Of how much fun she was--how she could make me squeal with laughter.
I remember her and me as little girls hiding under the bed and telling each other demon and ghost stories and always reassuring each other that as long as we called on Jehovah, we would be saved.
It's been so long since I've seen her. Why do I feel like crying?
A.H. you were a good friend. I am glad for the time I knew you. While I live, you will live on in my heart. Good night for now.