A Best Friend

When I think of friends, I always think of Joyce.  She was only twenty days older

than me.  Our junior and senior years in high school was two of the happiest years

of my life and she was a big part of those years.  We spent so much time together,

when she died I met a another classmate and her sister as I was going in the funeral home and she said we thought how close you two were in school and wondered if you would

be here.

 Old friends are the best but some times they leave us here to miss them.