My Good Friend
My good friend.
Arthur went with me to pick up Laurie’s ashes.
He took me to swim in the cold, cold lakes.
We went to Chicago together to hear music.
Friends like him only come along once.
Love them.
Thank them.
Do good works in their names.
God sends them for a season, and then, they are called away.
7/16/2019
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2019
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