Mary Duessel a friend with the willingness to listen, laugh at a good story and would also say things like they are.
Whisper
And if I go,
While you’re still here . . .
Know that I live on,
Vibrating to a different measure
Behind a veil you can not see through.
You will not see me,
So you must have faith.
I wait for the time when we can soar
together again,
Both aware of each other.
