Springtime & Bill

Bill-

You always visit me in Springtime. It never fails. Even after a winter of construction, I see bits and pieces of the ground cover you gave me, saying a bright hello, through the fruitless soil.

It greets me, as you did. Bright sunshine, when I least expect it, but truly need it.

Thank you, Bill, for letting me be your friend. For letting me get close enough to understand.

And, thank you, Bill, for still being my friend, even though your so far away.