We Call Ourselves Friends
Because we share a love of writing
The written word brings people together from many walks of life, old, young, grumpy and kind, but while writing for others to enjoy, or be amused at, argue with, dislike, or love, we somehow blend together through a screen. I couldn’t pick one of you out in a crowded street, maybe Whye Waite, who I’ve come to love.
Yesterday, I was given the sad news that a follower/friend had died. Her name is Pamela.
Never having met her, knowing nothing too much about Pamela, the news of her passing brought me immediately to tears. I decided I would not write a story yesterday as a mark of my respect but nor will I let her pass without acknowledging all the many kind and supportive remarks she said to me and for me to recognize how good a person and writer she was.
Rest in Peace, dear Pamela. You may have been elderly, but you were as beautiful as a child.
