Dearest Gibunk..Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurt themself into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over .Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together?
I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves.
Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-bye.
When We were kids, our Dad always told us that happiness is the key to life. When we went to school, they asked us what We wanted to be when We grew up. Then We wrote down “happy.” They told us we didn’t understand the assignment and We told them they didn’t understand.....life