Dear Friend,

How quickly time passes and life changes. We go through the ups and downs, the starts and stops of life, but as the saying goes, time marches on. Still, for me, the past hasn't gone away. It enhances the now with the memories... Remember the day we met the cat lady? Remember pasta in the church kitchen, a song or two on the piano, and a five-minute nap? Remember when I made you want to scream because I wouldn't open my mouth out of plain old stubbornness and I didn't realize just how ridiculous I was being until months later when I experienced it on the other end? - Sorry. Remember getting to bed on time, then talking for hours late into the night? - Oops Remember that talk we had - you know, the one where we decided our parting was for the best, then awkwardly we ended up not parting? Remember the episode in the snow with the man-eating dog that nearly took your leg off, and we were never so happy to see a man running towards us with a shovel in all our lives? Remember running on ice, or rather falling, and us laughing so hard we nearly wet our pants in spite of the fact that you basically broke your tailbone. Remember those five precious words, when I had the mullet... ? Remember the people? All of them: the ones with five teeth, the wagging index finger, the warm smiles, the welcoming hugs, the ones that lied when they opened the door, the ones needing a shoulder to cry on, and the ones whose shoulders we could cry on? Remember the work, the planning, the disappointment, frustration, and the joy? Remember? I do. Thanks for the memories. Love, Me