Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Happy Birthday, Mary!
I don't really have the words to describe what Mary's friendship means to me. When I think about my life, she is always part of it. Good times, bad times, rough times, happy times. Laughing, crying. World events. Births, deaths and everything. People have often commented to me how they envy my friendship with Mary and wish they had one like it. I know how incredibly lucky I have been -- from way back on that day in September 1967 when we met until now. She was 18, and now she's 65 and neither of us can believe it. But through it all, we weathered whatever came our way together. Happy Birthday, Best Friend and all the best to you all year long.