Thursday, June 19, 2008


Friend I've yet to touch, I drink your words.

You mourn your dead dad with painful eloquence and expose your vulnerability with grace.

We'll meet on the Cape and our kids will play at the beach.


Mrs. Chicken said...

Yes, we will.

This touched me deeply. So glad our paths have crossed. Perhaps our fathers managed it for us.

Meg said...

Indeed, we will.

Be well today.