I know Valentines Day was yesterday, but there is still people still on my heart. In the tradition I study we are to journey often. Here of late when I do I gain some insights, but most time I go back to when two 18 year old spent a summer together. I can smell the honeysuckle as they come home from the movies. The hot muggy nights were magical, most things are when you are 18. But finding someone who becomes your true best friend doesn't happen often when you are just 18.

Now my best friend from high school is near her transition. Have known her for 55 years. She is far away and wouldn't know me even if I could go there. But we weathered a lot of teenage angst together. She was my maid of honor, her now husband was Jim's best man. I cry not so much for them as what the rest of us have lost. Jim a wild young man who went full out most of his life. Did a lot of things he always wanted to. I have a feeling he knew his life would not be as long as the rest of us. He was funny, exciting, exasperating, but lovable all at the same time. Could have a temper but we all knew he loved unconditionally. Arlene was so smart, musical, and a very grounded person.We had wonderful experiences together. Loved them both. Always will.