Words left unsaid, deeds left undone

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet days go by, and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friend's face,
For Life is a swift and terrible race. . . .
But tomorrow comes--and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner! -- yet miles away. . . .
"Here's a telegram, sir. . . ."
"Jim's died today."
And that's what we get, and deserve in the end:
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
~Harriet Beecher Stowe

This poem inspired me to really get this blog started and to try and really reconnect with family and old friends. I just want all of you to know that I do think of you often and the roles you have played in my life. Thank you.