It was a little more than a week ago. I was listening to a song on the radio when I suddenly and inexplicably started to cry. Startled, I wiped my tears and went on until the next day when I looked at a calendar and realized the previous day had been the 22nd and five years since I'd heard a beloved friend’s voice.
Tomorrow will be the fifth anniversary of his death. By tomorrow I will have had five years of remembering and five years of forgetting, forgetting everything except the sound of his laughter and of his voice, and the way he always seemed to be listening for mine.
I think of my friend often. He is my star, my light, my soul. I know that he is both in heaven and somehow nearby, listening to my laughter and my tears, encouraging me to go on living, laughing and loving because as he knows and has taught me so well, love begets love.
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