So it has been a month tomorrow since my old friend Dick Stauffer left to continue his journey on the other side. It is extremely lonely outside in the yard now and sometimes I remind myself that he is gone, really gone. Who will plant my pansies for me? Who will clear the snow from my driveway? He is not there for me to gather up his rose clippings or just sit in his yard and talk with him. It was an honor to hold his hand until he passed. I hope he will be there to grab mine when it is time for me to pass to the other side.
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