Dawn Loves Buttercups

I inadvertently deleted all the messages to and from my dear friend on messenger today.  I had kept them as far back as 2012 when I casually asked if he could help trace my grandfather’s grave.  Apart from intermittent birthday wishes, it was not until we both found ourselves in need of living friendly support that we began a journey of discovery.  This friendship is unique and cannot be described as to outsiders it will be difficult to understand.  All the words advice and wisdom, film recommendations, stories of our lives, our past and what hurt and what gave us joy are now lost.

I do have an excellent memory, yet it gave me comfort and extra support to say yo myself “oh yes, I remember he said something about that”, or “what was the quote, passage or spiritual advice he gave”, and when I needed that extra bit of support, I scrolled back and looked it up.

There was love, kindness and empathy recorded, waiting to be heard again as well as laughter, jokes and fun.

It’s not going to be the same