May the road rise up to meet you,
may the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields.
And until we meet again,
may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
~Irish Blessing
may the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields.
And until we meet again,
may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
~Irish Blessing
Jill texted this morning around 11:00am.
"In Denver then LA...call me."
This is a commentary we are both familiar with ~ saying goodbye. We've experienced sad departures our entire friendship, so today is no exception.
Farewell my dear friend...
"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
Yes, to have no sorrow in the parting would be sad indeed. I write now from Auckland, far from you, but only in miles/kms. In every other way, we are near.
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