Our blogging group writing prompt for today is to write your own three-word epitaph. I settled on my three words a few days ago and have been mentally drafting this post ever since. But the words won't come today because my heart and mind are busy trying to find other words.
They are busy trying to find words of condolence--words to send to someone I haven't seen in fifteen years. Someone whom I care about deeply, but who once meant everything to me. Words to express my sorrow but, more importantly, words to express my gratitude for the kindness once shown me by his family. Words to convey twenty-five-year-old memories of a person gone suddenly and too soon.
I know that words from a friend made distant by time and geography cannot ease the feelings of loss, but it is important to me to try. It's important because that is what friends do for one another, and there is nothing more important than that.
We are pulled in a dozen directions each day, but it all pales in comparison to the duties of friendship. My priorities are to listen, to share, and to do what I can for those I call friends. I would be proud if my epitaph would read only:
A good friend.
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To see what others would choose for their three-word epitaph, please head to The Reinvention of Amy and click on the additional links at the bottom of that post.