LETTER TO A DYING FRIEND
By: Ray
Dear Friend,
It seems like only yesterday that we first met, back in other days, in another world, in another time. It was, come to think of it, in the last century that we met. Speaking of the passage of time, I pondered the fact that recently I celebrated my 63rd birthday. That seems impossible, but there it is. I am older now than you were when we first met.
In God's kindness, we became good friends. You helped me out in so many ways. I remember when we were in a tight spot over a contentious issue. We had some sort of meeting on Sunday night, and you helped me by moderating that meeting. I spoke and took questions, and you flashed your trademark smile and managed to keep everyone happy even in some tense moments.