Words seem so paltry in the face of all one could want to say.

But that being said… This is for all of you, you know who you are… For each of you that never gave up. For every lovely thing you said and wrote, for every good wish sent my way… Thank you.

Thank You Friend

I never came to you, my friend,
and went away without
some new enrichment of the heart;
More faith and less of doubt,
more courage in the days ahead.
And often in great need coming to you,
I went away comforted indeed.
How can I find the shining word,
the glowing phrase that tells all that
your love has meant to me,
all that your friendship spells?
There is no word, no phrase for
you on whom I so depend.
All I can say to you is this,
God bless you precious friend.

by Grace Noll Crowell

Well. That was suitably dramatic.

Now my dears… This is going to be a very hard promise for me. Although my singing has more or less been likened to yowling felines in much, much pain, I hereby promise that should I meet you in person, dear friend… I will get up on stage at any karaoke place of your choice and sing “You Are The Wind Beneath My Wings.” I, of course, will suffer much at having to do this (As I should for having left you for so long)... But not as much as the audience hearing it. Hmmm. Good times.

Hugs,
Winniewoo