“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
–Dr. Seuss
Those mountains, they seemed so high, but you grabbed my
hand and pulled me up to look at the view.
We raced through
obstacles like kids on the playground.
When the rain came trickling down you made sure I splashed
through the puddles.
The dark streets would light up with your laughter.
As the waves came crashing onto the shore you helped me chase them away.
As the waves came crashing onto the shore you helped me chase them away.
I threw my head down in despair and teasingly you threw
yours down in a mocking manner.
We talked. We
walked. We laughed. We existed.
But one day the sun came up, scorching, and it sent you on your way.
At first glance the sun was painful to me—it blistered. I didn’t want our season to end,
you became my comrade, I didn’t think you were supposed to leave. But when the pain subsided the appreciation
came. But one day the sun came up, scorching, and it sent you on your way.
“I
know that whatever God does,
It shall be forever.
Nothing can be added to
it,
And nothing taken from it.”
Ecclesiastes 3:14
The walks and talks were for a time and in that time I grew;
or rather we grew together.
Without you that mountain would have not been so easily
climbed nor that race so quickly run.
You helped me laugh through every obstacle and jump in every
puddle. You didn’t leave; our paths merely
went different directions. I was blessed
to have you be that someone to walk beside me.
The blisters from the
sun are almost gone, they remind me to be grateful for our season, and for each
season I’m given. Every time I remember
you I wish you the best, and I know that when the rain comes you’ll jump in and
when the waves crash on the shore you’ll run after them.
To the seasonal friend, I thank you, because
you showed me how to appreciate even the smallest of memories, for it seems
those are the ones that become the fondest.
“To everything there
is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, And a time to die;
A time to plant, And a time to pluck what
is planted;
A time to kill, And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time
to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to
dance;
A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep, And a time to throw away;
A time to tear, And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace."
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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