More than a friend actually.  When I was at my lowest, she was there.  Many a night we chatted and talked well into the wee hours of the mourning.  I bared my soul to her, and she laughed it off.  We were a continent apart.  But she was my friend.

SHe had heart problems. I knew it.  Yet I loved her anyway.  But love was not enough.  And her heart gave out.  I have not talked to her in many months.  Her life got busy as did mine.  So we lost touch.  No, that is a bad word.  We stopped talking.

Not even really that.  We never lost touch. We never stopped talking.  We just did not do it like we had.

And then she died.  Her weak heart gave out.  She had a zest for life that no one could rival.  She knew of her problems.  Yet she ignored them.  WHy worry about that which you cannot change?  She never did.

She was great in what she gave to all others. Never thinking about herself.  Always thinking of you.  SHe knew her lot in life, but not ours and so tried desperately to make ours better.

She is gone now.  Suddenly.  ANd I did not get to tell her thank you.  She gave all, and I did not give any in return on her last exit.  And I am sorry, but that sucks.  It speaks volumes of me.  The jerk and asshole.

I cannot even appologize to her now. 

I will pray that I can deliver a final message.  To her undying soul.  To ask her forgiveness for my stupidity.

But I will not wait for that which I am not entitled to.

Vio Con Dios Gail.  I am sorry.  You are with God now.  For that is where angels always go.

Thank you for bringing light into my life.  I owe you.