Music To Our Hearts

October 8th marked the 8th anniversary of the death of my good, good friend Paula.

I wasn't able be at home in Houston to go visit her grave that day, so David and I went last weekend when I was home. I brought my sweet friend a rose and remembered the wonderful and loyal friend that she was.

I remember a friend who wanted to be a doctor
I remember a friend who marched in the band.
I remember a friend who played basketball.
I remember a friend who loved deeply and well.
I remember a friend who was always inclusive.
I remember a friend who found great joy in singing.
I remember a friend who hurt, who struggled.
I remember a friend who died.
I remember her Savior, who sweet Paula walked with and now lives and abides with.