Hey again, gal, just saw your sister with some old photos and ring I thought might be your grandmother's. It wasn't, but it was good to see your sister, she reminds me of you. I heard this song on the way home. Sigh, how you are enjoying heaven. Miss and love you.
A poem by Langston Hughes (slightly paraphrased for the gender difference). I loved my friend She went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.
