This is from Kathy Westmoreland
So. It’s your birthday. You’d be 83. I’m 72 now. Funny. Remember the night I told you how much I loved your perfectly pure silver sideburns and wished you’d let them glow? Your smile as you raised your head quickly back and up as you said, half-giggling...“Maybe when I’m 40. Okay?”. Well? Hmm. Just never got around to it, did ya.
Also thinking of how many times during battle you’d say,
“Love and Hate Go together’ as you smirksmiled. Then, “You’ll always belong to me, Kathy!’ as I stormed away...”You’ll Understand it...Farther along”. It’s Farther Along NOW, Elvis! And I still don’t understand “it”!
There really is no name for the type of love we shared. It was just “Weird”. So I thought I’d remind you of one of our favorite verses we read together so many times. Gibran’s thoughts on Love, from “The Prophet” Before we met for goodness sakes we had each underlined the same passages in our own copies!
Wish you were near...and Hey! I’m still a “Seeker” as we both were, and wonder if you have all the answers now. Good grief! Even though I’m now 30 years older than you were the last time we were together on this round rock planet earth----I sure hope we recognize each other when we meet again.
Happy Birthday, and...Love you.
Kathy Westmoreland 2018