I never imagined us growing older together, we were so caught up in being young. Our hearts were strong, our heads were even stronger. There was no way to convince us that we didn't know it all. The hours we shared pushing ourselves so close to empty will forever be etched upon my heart. The most memorable days of my life were spent running side by side with you, my friend.
Old friends are like pickup trucks, the older they get, the crankier they become, still you would never try to part with them. Not for anything in this world.
“The proper office of a friend is to side with you when you are wrong. Nearly anybody will side with you when you are right.”
Mark Twain
Posted by: eddie | May 25, 2007 at 09:21 PM
Speaking of old friends. Sorry I'm doing such a lousy job of saying in touch. Though look under the heading Whimsical Webs in my May 2007 Triggers ezine to 2000+ readers and you'll see that you're remembered... :) Namaste, Thea
P.S. The link is http://triggers---monthly-coaching-ezine.blogspot.com/
Posted by: Thea Westra | May 26, 2007 at 10:19 AM