"If I could reach up and hold a star
for every time you've made me smile,
the entire evening sky would be in the
palm of my hand."
Unknown
In off moments, my clattering mind comes across a memory of a dear friend of mine. I am suddenly filled with laughter, wisdom, and the healing sense of presence even though I know she has moved on into other realms. I sometimes see her winking from the sky as she knows I miss her still.
Years ago, a running buddy would wake me prior to getting the kids off to school. It was a time we set aside for each other, observed each other's clumsiness and respected our honest attempt to reach a runner's high. Laughter, sharing, and routine kept us together. I often wonder which star she is laughing down upon me from the well lighted sky.
As I cherish the memories of those who have gone before me, I grow aware of the humor which was present in each relationship, and yet times of great sorrow as well. Emotions bound us together, and our stories often overlapped. As I gaze up into the sky the silver stars shine down upon me, promising we will form a circle again.
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