A letter to my friend
Dear friend, As I walked my path home in silence, emotion overwhelmed me as I thought of the quality of our friendship over the years. I can’t remember how it started, neither did we plan it, but I’m glad I met you. Memories of how we sat on bunks, table tops etc and talked about our struggles, dreams and passions, how we wanted to be different and the list goes on. I remember when we disagreed so bad and we just couldn’t settle and we walked away thinking we were both done for good, it’s funny how I walked to your room the next day to hurry you up for the day’s activities…sure that ended the fight.*smile* Your commitment to ensuring I got it right, and didn’t succumb to worry and discouragement thought me what devotion means. Even though I felt like the little one when you chided me, you were never too busy for my many questions, neither too arrogant to admit your wrong, nor too old to ask my opinion. You always appreciated my listening