It has been five years since I last talked to, hugged and said good-bye to a beautiful friend. It takes my breath away that it's been that long since I've heard her voice on the phone. My mind can still recall her warm, comforting tone. Her unconditional love, constant faith and support. I miss my friend.
The best summer of my life was eight years ago, when we spent the summer at the park with our 6 littles in total, watching children run and play, nursing our babies under the shade of a big tree. Nothing was scary, nothing hurt. I miss my friend.
Often in the last few months I've seen cardinals on my daily travels, out my window at home. Folklore tells us that a red cardinal is the spirit of someone who has passed on visiting you from the other side of the veil. Though there are many whom these birds can represent, I so hope these birds I see are Kristie. I miss my friend.
