I have a friend who I’ve known since 3rd grade (what is that, 8ish? – which would make it about 62 years).  We were fast friends through grade school, playing horses together at recess.  When she was 14 she got a real one and I hung around with her to groom and ride.  She was my maid of honor and she and her husband godparents to my daughter.  She has been ill with worsening Parkinson’s for years but about 3 years ago  we all got together in Southern Md – daughter and gkids, both of them to rekindle the old friendship.  I haven’t heard from her in a while – I figured the disease.  Her daughter called today to say her Dad had died in his sleep.  My friend has been in rehab or in care since November.  This is for her (and our friendship) (and my poem for the day).

Haiku

When she was a girl
she knew she was a mustang
Nothing has changed.