Always
I don't usually know what to say,
But I always will know how to listen.
I don't know the answers to your questions,
But I will search for you and validate your need to ask.
I won't blow anymore sunshine.
I won't hold back anymore tears.
Because you need to know these things:
I know the time will come.
I trust your strength.
I believe in your family.
And this is also true:
I ache with you.
We support each other, and we both hurt.
We are both angry.
We are both scared.
Neither of us needs to apologize for it.
Do you know that it is so hard to give to someone like you?
I want to give everything I can to you, but you - you are always
Arms outstretched
Searching the crowd
Ready to teach, to give, to share.
It's hard to catch you without your arms open to give.
It's hard not to take from you all the time.
That, by the way, was a compliment.
I am the woman who will play it straight with you.
No more sugar coating from me, I promise.
I am the girl with whom you always played straight.
There will never be pompous bags of sand with lit candles in front of my home. In your honor.
You are my favorite one.
The one who restored my faith in lasting friendships, time and time again.
I will stand as strong as I can for you.
Following your example of what a friend really is.
We will be always friends.
Always.
Friday, March 09, 2012
January 11, 2011
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I can only imagine Susan found your friendship richly rewarding, as well. If your friendship was just a nice reminder of childhood, she probably would have let it dwindle down to Christmas cards-- in a nice way, but you know what I mean. (I did not know her, just read the blog.) If she chose to have you in her life, it must mean that you fed her soul, and that you taught her some things, too.
ReplyDeleteI hope that even as you must want to keep a great part of your friendship to yourself--and no one would blame you--you will sometimes share what you can bear to share of your friendship with Susan here. I barely knew her, but I loved her strength and her writing and when you write about yourselves I feel she hasn't left completely, that she'll live on as long as someone like you who loves her remembers.
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