Dear friend

The day went swiftly as we made our way, visiting friends and just talking about whatever came to mind. You charmed them all by your simplicity and wit, for the love you showed to all we came upon. Baloney sandwiches for lunch, mushroom soup to wash it down, and of course a Coke on the side, sitting pretty in its sweating glass. Then off again to another visit, more friends, you have so many, it tires me at times. So we arrived, and I relaxed, watching reruns of “charmed” losing myself in the world of magic at least for awhile. Dinner, steak, hotdogs, baked potato, and yes once again Coke. So American the way we ate that day, and yes the laughter and poking of fun, it was a grand time. Too soon the visit will be over, perhaps this you’re last, for you being 80 I can see you aging before my eyes. You are at peace, this helps, for I know because of your health, the end cannot be far away. I treasure the time, I do not take you for granted, for time is etched over you face, your body, and your talk of death, so no I cannot take you for granted dear friend.