tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74554837494159113982024-02-06T19:15:20.681-08:00Saying GoodbyeLast Words to Lost FriendsRay's Voice/Inner Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13598234148680992089noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455483749415911398.post-89016019696347030512010-12-17T02:13:00.000-08:002010-12-18T04:03:34.763-08:00Letter To Ruthie<div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypEBA20-mtO2nh_OK5VyPCRLdgC8Du5OaVPEJJgV2wijccbk5UdEd0PxPen3ViBgjYs3mhdyr6zt5GRegZx95cvOhnptpk6T_GigmfzxrIBttVWEv2ZWikExb0JE-mC0Cz1k3tyo-fgbw/s1600/Ruth+Miles+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhypEBA20-mtO2nh_OK5VyPCRLdgC8Du5OaVPEJJgV2wijccbk5UdEd0PxPen3ViBgjYs3mhdyr6zt5GRegZx95cvOhnptpk6T_GigmfzxrIBttVWEv2ZWikExb0JE-mC0Cz1k3tyo-fgbw/s320/Ruth+Miles+%25282%2529.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>September 15th, 2010</i><i> </i></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Dear Ruthie, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> It’s me, Brenda. I don’t mean to disturb your rest, but I was thinking of you and since I can’t talk to you face to face, I decided to write you this letter.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> A lot of our friends have known you for many years. I, on the other hand, have only known you since December of last year. I’m not sure how it happened; maybe we’re kindred souls. I took you under my wing and you embraced me with yours. Your friendship means the world to me. I consider myself very lucky to have been a part of your life and you mine. I’m missing you terribly, selfishly thinking you left me without saying good-bye. I’m sorry for that, but I was angry I couldn’t be by your side, holding your hand, telling you stories, brushing your hair, hearing your last breath.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i> Ruthie, I’m not saying good-bye to you. Good-bye is forever. I’m going to say “see you later”. And I will one day. Until then, sweet dreams my dear Ruthie. I love you!</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Brenda Morehouse. </span></i></span>Ray's Voice/Inner Selfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13598234148680992089noreply@blogger.com0