Happy Day

When my friend was in the hospital for the last time, her cousin asked me how I felt about their having been at my house just a week earlier. I still ponder that question, and tears come to my eyes each time I do . . . tears of joy. My friend came to my house, and that makes me so happy. While her cousin was swimming, my friend was sleeping in the sun. It makes me more happy than I can express that my friend felt safe enough at my house to go to sleep. She felt comfortable enough with me to just enjoy the sun in silence. My friend knew me well enough to know a lack of words spoken between us would not be awkward. I am so very glad for that memory, and I will do my best to preserve it.