This brought tears to my eyes. I typed a lot more than just this, but I deleted it. I guess all anyone needs to know is that this moved me. If they even need to know that.

Mad love for my friend J. Sole.
 

thank you so much Michelle. always supportive and sincere. I'm curious to read what you wrote before erasing it.
 

For you I will (as always) let my inner sappy girl be public... As I first read this it struck me as ironic in it's timing. Today marks 30 years since the war in Vietnam ended. I know this only because I was watching The History Channel programs about Vietnam this afternoon. It brought back this "old lady's" memories of watching the casket draped coffins coming home. Quite the impression those images made on a very young child. Politics aside, those who served (and are serving) their country deserve to be welcomed home with love, not hate. But I also saw this as possibly something one would write to/for/about their lover who had hurt them but perhaps not purposefully. Lover perhaps left to pursue the dreams they couldn't deny and in the process "killed" their family. But the one who got hurt loves so deeply, they honor their lovers need to pursue their dream. In it too, I see "the prodigal son", and it made me think of my family. I'll leave this portion only at that. ;-) Mostly though, in these words, I see a love without condition. And the beauty of that was that which ultimately brought the tears to my eyes. To be loved in that way, would be quite spectacular I think. I wonder if my thoughts seem melodramatic to anyone who isn't me?? =)
 

the simple gesture of generating words is an act of immense magnitude. words can destroy. words can heal. the humility of the words you have conjured is like a lighthouse in the clearing darkness...home and family will find its way back to you.