Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Helms, None of this real because it means that you are gone if it is and that cannot be. We share so many memories, especially from our Saturday all day trips, that will forever fill my life with your presence. Who will be in the passenger seat telling me to turn left or right, watch out for the stop sign, or you?re in the wrong lane? How many times I would tell you that your depth perception was off, that is, until one day when we stopped for a garage sale and you and Cheryl received whip lash from all the tree branches that came though the open windows of the car. Sorry. (I was laughing to hard to say it at the time). I will never forget the incident, at the Plainville Turkey Farm restaurant, when you allowed me to walk through the lobby with about 6? of tissue stuck to the bottom of my foot and trailing behind me like a streamer. I couldn?t understand why you were laughing ? until we got outside and only then did you bring it to my attention. You and I could not have been more opposite personality-wise but it was that difference, I believe, that so strongly bonded our many years of friendship. We have talked about that and concluded that your quiet demeanor and my assertiveness is what brought us together ? each wished to have a little more like what we saw in the other. I will miss our daily conversations, our time together and the laughter we shared. I gave you the Helms nickname many years ago and sometimes forget that your real name is Sandy, I will miss my friend, my confidant ? I will miss you Helms; I will miss you so very much. .
