Friendship is a strange thing . . .
We find ourselves telling each other the
deepest details of our lives...
things we don't even share with our families.
But what is a friend?
A confidant? A lover? A shoulder to cry on?
A ear to listen? A heart to feel?
A friend can be all of these things and more.

No matter where we met, no matter how long
we've been together...I call you a friend.
A word so small, yet so large in feeling,
a word filled with emotion, a word
overflowing with LOVE.
Truly great things come in small packages.
Once the package of friendship has been opened,
it can never be closed.
It is a constant book always waiting . . .
waiting to be read . . . and enjoyed.
We may have our disagreements . . .
we may have our disappointments . .
we may argue . . .
we may concern one another.
Friendship is a unique bond that lasts through all tribulations.
A part of each of us goes into our friendships...
our humor . . . our experiences . . . our tears.
Friendships are foundations . . .
necessary for life . . .and love.
Even though I don't speak to you all everyday . . .
or even as often as I would like to . . .
You have all crossed my path of life in one way or another...
some of you I've only bumped into . . .
some have walked a while with me.
And some of you will continue to walk with me . . .
but DON'T EVER THINK FOR A SECOND
that since we aren't in constant contact . . .
that I don't think of you all . . .
because if it wasn't for coming across all of YOU . . .
who knows? I would be a completely different person . . .
and . . . well . . I'm happy with how I've turned out so far. . .
And for this I Thank You. . .
(For the friends, who are not with me now..)