I had planned to write today about our adventures in San Francisco, but that seems silly now. My friend is in pain, and I lack the words to comfort her, if such words even exist... So I turned, as I often do, to the words of others. This poem struck me because all I can do for my dear friend is be there as she tries to make it "through this to that."
Honey--without you I would not be a father. Thanks for teaching me how to be one--I know that I was a slow learner, but I came on strong when you went to college...(I think Will Rogers gets credit for the thought if not the comment.
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