Read a quote this morning that made me think of a deceased friend. Sadly he passed too young, but I am pleased that I got to know him.
"I think of you often - the years you define. My history is yours and your memory is mine. My equal, my other, my brother, my friend."
"I think of you often - the years you define. My history is yours and your memory is mine. My equal, my other, my brother, my friend."
