IN MEMORIAM
My brother says
no one is dead
until the last person
who knew him
is also gone.
I read of a man who
had kept a record
since childhood
of every person
he had ever met.
I wish I had done that.
I am sure it would be
more than two thousand.
And I intend to
keep on meeting people.
Lois G. Harvey
This is one of my favorite poems. It remind us that during our lifetime, we meet many people.
Ask yourself how many became friends. Not acquaintences, but real friends.
If you had a party and could only invite actual friends, how many pieces of cake would you need?
P.S. Gertie suggests that we make this our week to add a new friend. Take a person that you like from acquaintance status to friendship.
Take her to lunch.
Or invite her to your home.
Bake her some cookies.
If you know she is having a rough time, make contact and acknowledge her difficulty.
In other words: If you want a friend, then BE a friend.
