The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement who can tolerate not knowing... not healing not curing... that is a friend who cares.
In their poverty the mentally handicapped reveal God to us and hold us close...
I loved my 17 years with R.E.M. but I'm ready to reflect assess and move on...
Time which changes people does not alter the image we have retained of them.
