Farewell, My Friend

Tuesday morning I got to say a final good-bye to a dear friend. I met her when I was only 12 years old, and I tended her son from time to time. She soon became one of my favorite people because of her positive outlook and her giving heart.


She loved to bake almost as much as she loved to give to others. I think she baked up a special dose of snow for us that morning. It was light and fluffy. Perhaps she sprinkled it down to frost the town with a bit of heaven, just to remind us where she was.


In the quiet stillness of that freshly fallen snow, I paused outside of my home to reflect on the wonder of this life that had touched mine. Tuesday I gave thanks for the moments I shared with my friend. While she will be sorely missed, I am joyful that she is free.