I am returning to the blogging world, but wanted to dedicate this post to a dear friend. Veejay is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met in my life, and I wish I could do more for him.
My birthday was August 7, and the week before my birthday I received a package in the mail. I knew it wasn’t from a family member, or long-time friend, so it was a huge surprise to say the least. I brought it upstairs, unwrapped it and took out a framed picture of the 2005 Chicago White Sox World Series along with a little dirt from the field in a casing and silver logo. This wonderful man sent me this gift saying he remembered from my blog that I was a White Sox fan.
I cried. Not because of the gift, which was wonderful, but for the thought. To me, it means so much to have someone remember a special day, or event of mine. Gifts are always wonderful to receive, but knowing Veejay remembered my birthday and that I was a White Sox fan meant so much more. My smile lasted for days, and I will never forget Veejay’s generous gesture and his continued caring. It matters to matter to someone.
I’m fortunate enough to know him, and proud to call him my friend. Here’s to you Veejay though I wish it was more.
To A Friend
Curled up in a subconscious recess of dreams
Lies hope, knowing there are sparkling beings
Ring out like a bell tower throughout our span
Empower generosity, it came from one man.
Pessimism may want a few chorus chords
Great friendships use time to compose concertos
Fairy dust accumulates on those of high merit
Such a rarity to find, more luck to inherit.
