Within a day or two after our Tuesday night class, Barbara would call. Sometimes I knew it was her before I answered the phone. "Hi Susan. This is Barbara." she would say and we would chat for an hour or more about the course topic that week and how we were trying to practice what we were learning. I miss her voice -- I miss her "Hi Susan!", but I feel so blessed to have heard it so many times before as we could have easily passed by each other, like ships in the night, one of hundreds of others taking a virtual class on the invisible internet. Hi Barbara - I miss you. xoxo
mslcf
7th February 2013
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Sent by MuchLoved on 03/02/2013
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland