Larry

It was Debbie's voice on the phone, "Larry and I are stopping by and bringing you a cake".I was excited to see him as it had been over 15 years.I realized I had been dreaming and the sadness began to set in.We were good friends and we had worked together for years. Two of our kids were the same age.Larry was called home a long time ago. I don't know why we dream what we dream but this whole day I thought about Larry and there were so many good memories.I miss him and I miss that time in our lives.We were younger and all the worlds possibilities were before us.Time does fly by and the older I get the faster it seems to go by.I believe the Man upstairs blessed me with that dream.It was a natural high that carried me the whole day.I am reminded of a line from one of my favorite poems- no one can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass or glory in the flower,it is for us the living rather to find strength in what remains behind.