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August 5, 2002

ll:15 P.M.





My Dear Friend Inge,



Many months have now passed since you left this earth. You may no longer be here in body, but I know that your spirit lives on.  You, not being here, even with everything that is now going on in my life, is one of my truest saddnesses. I miss you my friend!



Things have been pretty rough these days.  Somehow, I feel that you know everything that is me ~ now, as you always have.  You were the one that I turned to in troubled times, and now you are gone ~ just when I need you the most.



It still amazes me the closeness of our friendship.  We always said that ours was a friendship that was not ment to be ~ but was.  An executive and a common worker.  Who would have thought?  LOL.  Almost fifteen years my senior, but ~ here we were, two woman that bonded as friends for a lifetime.



You always made me feel so special ~ at work, as well as when we were just kicking back enjoying a chat.  My one regret was that the time we had in person was limited because of distance.  In retrospect, however, limitation of time, only made the time we did have together, even more special!



I talked to Desiere the other evening.  She told me that she had found all the journals that I had written to you over the years, tucked away in a special chest.  Thank you so much for the compliment!  



You were always my mentor ~ at work, in my personal life, and of course, in my writing.  You had a dignification about you that I always admired, and sought to emulate.  Over the years, you helped me become the person that is me.  You MADE me believe in myself.  A truer friend, I will never know.  



You always told me "Darling", ("To you, everyone was darling?  I never quite figured that one out"! LOL) "You have a way of showing your heart. When I read your words, there you are.  You can not disquise yourself to me, or to yourself".



I learned many valuable lessons from you over the years.  Right now, I wish with all my heart, that you could be here, to try to help me see the lesson that is now before me to learn.  



You encouraged me to go to the keys. You praised all that you read of me.  Good, bad, or indifferent, you always encouraged me to wite another word upon a page. Of course, most of what I wrote to you was just as we are doing now.  Just a chat between old friends. A little of the trueness of me, talking to someone, she knew would understand.



So for now, my friend, I feel a little more at peace.  It is almost as if I am getting ready to hang up the phone from one or our many late evening chats. If only it were so!



I know, that you are now, enjoying all that was promised. I am so happy that you no longer suffer earthly pain! No matter how much I miss you, I could not wish you here.



As far as writing from my heart ~ For me, there is no other way.  



I somehow feel that you can hear me.  I leave here tonight feeling that this message has reached you. Wishful thinking? ~ Perhaps ~ Or, perhaps the lord in his wisdom, has allowed this message to be heard.



You, will live within this heart, that writes the words ~ Forever.





All my love,

"Just Me"