I went to the same camp annually for seven years.
Kristy came, too,
Perhaps sometimes a frenemy.
I don’t remember now.
It’s been years.
But I happened across her prayer request
On social media last week.
Her husband had a stroke.
Please pray.
The next day:
He passed.
She’s my age.
Probably married just about as long.
Three children, young teens.
I’ve had a friend die, but she was a generation older.
Not my contemporary.
And so it begins.
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