Saturday, June 18, 2011


The car with New York license plates backed out of our driveway......four hands waving.....two leaving.....two staying behind.  Will we ever see each other again.  That's all I could think as we walked back in the house.

Before she left, my pen pal of 45 years secretly placed in our refrigerator a small photo album with a note that it was for the photos she will be sending back to us.  Her camera was busy capturing special moments like the two of us acting like little girls in the backseat eating huge homemade Amish donuts. 

The photo album is hands-on proof that our friendship isn't affected by miles, nor by long absences.  Hearts are very resilient. What I have to do now is keep telling myself not to cry because they're gone, but rather to smile because they were here.