Friends come and go, but each touches our lives and leaves a fingerprint on our soul. Sometimes a friend is ripped from our life because of unintended hurt, and the hole remains inside. Memories bring tears of joy in shared favorite moments, and tears of sadness in the severed tie. Our lives move on. We change. We adapt.
Yet, from time to time, we page through the pictures painted in our memories. We gaze upon the past. We grieve.
We trust in God’s plan. We pray. We reach out.
Perhaps in time, if it is in God’s will, friends will meet again. Hearts will heal. Love will abide.