Yesterday in Wal-Mart, I saw a childhood friend that I haven't seen in over 20 years...she looks the same. She didn't recognize me until I told her my name...everyone expects long black hair. I have short blonde hair. We talked for about 20 minutes, her mother is now in a nursing home...her mother was my mother's best friend. When my mother was sick...she visited her three or four times a day and when she died it was like part of her died.

I called her when I first moved back three years ago when she was living at home...she told my friend that I called. She works, so she is not able to have her mother live with her. This lady was always laughing and baking, that's how I remember her, she was originally from Louisianna.

My lil Brain is so smart, she is right, if we don't tell people that we really mean it when we say how good it is to see them...how will they know. Have we become a 'polite' society when we say 'good to see you'? Should we not tell those that we see and it truly is good to see them and how much they do mean to us as family and friends?

I believe our lives would be greatly enriched and blessed to do such a small thing for those we care about.

Sandy...go to Ruby's, or tell me where it is and I will try to go in Nov.
OATJ...Thank you and I'm glad you enjoy.

Today, I have(pain day) to make myself go see my friend that is sick...her sister died a little over a week ago and I think she is having more difficulty than she will admit. Today, I will tell her how much I love her what our friendship has meant to me over the years. How through the years we knew we could count on each other no matter which state the other lived.