now is a poem from a friend:Say It by Joyce Sutphen 
Say that it is the continuous life you desire,
that one day might stretch into the next without a seam,
without seeming to move one minute away from the past
or that in passing through whatever comes
you keep coming to the faces you love,
never leaving them entirely behind.

Say that it is simply a wish to waste time forever,
lingering with the friends you've gathered together,
a gradual illumination traveling the spine,
eyes brimming with the moment that is now.

Say that it is the impulse of the soul to endure forever.
Say it again.

this is a day of remembering, of seeing your faces, of longing for your arms to hold me near, of making do, making do, making do with memories.thanks for the poem, Mary.