Death is an untimely place. It makes connections where once i thought they were gone. Can friendship truely be rebuilt on so much pain or alas will it crumble when the moment of her need passes.
She says the lapse of are friendship was of unknown making but one feels that it may have been of things not mentioned. She cries in my arms as I think of times we laughed. Is it wrong? Life has moved forward but I feel as a piece of myself is missing since we had departed. Now I only hope that amends of such nature will be made and once again we shall share such moments....
