My Oldest Friend 1967-2010

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer...everything collapses. ~Colette

My tears are not for my loss.
These tears are for what was given me.