By the sea
Martie, Maureen, then where are they? I've gotten no e-mails in months and no one, even family, is ever on my messengers, not even any phone calls, so where are they? I won't name names, as I'd find doing so to be cruel.
I miss my friends, they were some of the VERY best friends I thought I'd ever made in my life, but as you know, the internet, doesn't appear to be *real* life, though it IS very real in many ways. As an example, Passions' prayers helped me and gave me SO much strength in my extremely terrifying fight with lung cancer. I still remember going into surgery and being scared as hell, but depending on those many, many prayers being sent to God, knowing that I'd be fine in the long run, NOT wanting to let ANY of you down, only wanting you to know that your dear prayers were answered, as they most certainly were. Those prayers helped me more than I could ever begin to know how to thank any of you for.
Listen for a second, okay? I particularly love wildflowers, because they are untouched by man, for the most part, hopefully. They're pure, living their own existence. Then someone comes along to discover their beauty, as did I last year on a deserted island. Sometimes beauty should just be admired and left untouched. Even so, just as the flowers, I am just so appreciative that you allowed your own beauty to touch me. When I get well again, I hope my own inner beauty can begin to touch each of you as well. Thank you for being my friends. I love you, I really, really do!
The stars will shine when I am gone,
the earth will turn on as before,
the gulls, still race along the shore,
the morning star, still kiss the dawn